Silly, but true: The structure for this photo was inspired by a recent tea cup photo over at Swell Life.
Gotta give credit where credit is due...so, thanks for the inspiration, Jess! :)
When I was just a little squirt, my mom shopped at a discount bread store for our weekly carb needs. We'd wind through the scattered rows of the cramped store which smelled like yeast and cardboard, my mom tossing marked-down Wonderbread and discount buns into the squeaky, wonky-wheeled cart. After an agonizing length of time, we'd finally reach my Mecca: two shelves rife with Ding-dongs, Twinkies, Swiss Cake Rolls...every Hostess snack imaginable. Sometimes, when a few extra cents miraculously appeared in the budget, my sweet mother would allow me to pick out one single-packaged treat.
I always chose a Hostess Cupcake. Without fail. Something about that flirty loop of frosting...I just couldn't resist.
I'd not eaten one of these in about a decade and a half...but tonight, eating this sweet treat takes me back to such a beautiful time. A time in which I was a little girl full of crazy, far-fetched dreams, a time when Mommy knew everything, and Daddy was the strongest man in the world.
Hmm...my mom continues to know everything, and my dad remains pretty darn strong. And...I'm still a girl full of just-as-far-fetched dreams. So, I'm certain the only thing that's changed in the last 15 years is the size of these cupcakes. Is it just me, or did they used to be larger?
What gives? :)