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| - What a sweet deal. C-l-o-y-i-n-g-l-y sweet.
Know that your cupcake purchase helps enable kids with life-threatening illnesses fulfill their dreams of HUNTING! Forget a new bike, a tech toy, a digital camera, or a day at Cedar Point. Thanks to adults with mindsets that killing animals is fun---all you gun-toting Bubba's out there know who you are---innocent, impressionable kids believe it's something to look forward to, to dream about. Nothing cuter than pint-sized camouflage jackets, bright orange caps, small rifles, and dead wildlife.
Making kids happy---especially those with serious health conditions or diseases---should make you feel good---not regretful. Had I known the shop's position on this blood sport before buying four large cupcakes, I would have never set foot in it. Like an unsuspecting rabbit, I was drawn in by the bait: an alluring product and splashes of girly-girl pink on the store-front. I'm sure others were unwittingly ensnared, too. After making my purchase I picked up their flyer but didn't read it until after sampling a bit of each from two cupcakes. Having a conscience, this is a local I'll never support.
Admittedly---because I'm honest---the moist and flavorful cake was nearly 4 stars. But the frosting/icing---and there was plenty of it---was electrifyingly sweet, grainy- textured, dense, and probably nearly 100% sugar. On mega-steroids. There was no discernible cream, butter, or even margarine. If you absolutely CRAVE sugar in its close to raw state---and don't care where your money is headed---here's your fix.
Hate that my once-in-a-lifetime purchase may procure even a single bullet, and can only hope that the one with my name on it misses its living, breathing, beautiful furry target and slams into a boulder.
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