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I’m a definite subscriber to the old adage “It is better to give, than to receive.” I enjoy being able to make people happy, and the joy it brings me when they are happy. The cupcake experiments are all about joy.* I get to practice baking and work on new recipes, Rob eats them, I eat them, and my friends and co-workers eat them. I get the joy of baking and the joy of giving. It’s all very shibby.

I also encourage feedback. Letting me know something seemed a bit tart, or that maybe adding another layer of flavor, or toasting the nuts first are all very helpful, and have often helped to create a better cupcake.

But sometimes it’s not quite so. Take the last cupcake for example. I caught one person throwing the cupcake in the trash; we'll call the person Anon(ymous). I assumed they got the spicy one, so I smiled and laughed a bit and asked Anon if she had an unlucky pick.

“No, I just don’t like Kahlua or coffee.”

What?

Now forgive me, but I know I put a sign up saying specifically what kind of cupcake it was and the sign lets you know there's coffee and Kahlua in the damn cupcake. “Well, there was a sign up letting you know that both were in it.”

“Well I thought it wouldn’t taste like it.”

“Uh… well… coffee tastes like coffee and Kahlua tastes like Kahlua.”

“So you made these?”

“Yes, I did.” I spent last night making these so people would enjoy them not carelessly take a bite knowing they would throw the rest in the trash when they wouldn't like them you dumb skeaze.

“Well, next time just do chocolate. Oh maybe raspberry, I love that! Thanks!” Then Anon smiled, turned around, and left.

Thing is, this is some new person. I have no idea who Anon is, she didn’t even introduce herself. Heck, Anon might not even work in that office. Normally I would say something polite (which would slowly turn to bitchy and sociopathic if the conversation continued) but I was in too much stunned silence to speak.

Seriously, what is wrong with people!? Next time, I put liquid mercury in Anon's cupcake. I’ll even put up a sign for her and put it on her desk saying what kind it is. Cause if history repeats itself, then maybe she’ll think it won’t taste like it.

*Except during the baking when I have to try and lock up Eat Beast in the bedroom so he doesn’t try to eat everything. How does something so fat run so fast? He must also know somehow that baking is about to occur and that means a chance to steal baked goods and then run off with them under the bed. Seriously, I need to tape that damn cat running with an entire cupcake in his mouth and put it on Youtube.