buttercream = cement ?

Some hours of refrigeration later, I have to say the buttercream is a little scary. The egginess of the cupcakes is gone, so the buttercream just becomes an overwhelming layer of spackle. Hmm.




This picture has a whole new relevance after yesterday, when a crazed bird landed on my head! Its clawlike feet were only grasping at my scalp and hair for a moment, but that was more than enough for me. I screamed and felt a little bad for having been both amused and shocked when it happened only a minute before to the woman walking in front of me. I think I will have to add some Hitchcock to my summer film fest line-up.