Still More Treats

I'm not sure whether I've mentioned this or not, but until very recently I had been—for a couple of months, at least—juggling five different part-time jobs. I'm working on reducing that to a reasonable number—say, two—with the ultimate goal of trading up (down?) for a single, full-time job.

Friday was my last day at one of those part-time jobs, the one where cupcakes are the means by which birthdays and farewells are commonly celebrated.

Because we'd just had a cupcake-festooned send-off for two colleagues the previous Friday, I was not expecting to be fêted in a similar style. I wasn't expecting to be fêted at all, in fact.

And I certainly hadn't planned on having February Treat Number Two just three days after February Treat Number One.

But then the enormous cupcakes appeared, and the lovely guy who had been my boss said, "I hope these qualify as one of your two monthly treats. . . ."

I defy anyone to demur in that situation.

I certainly didn't.

There were more than three dozen cupcakes arrayed in front of me. As the guest of honor, I had to make the first choice.

It was not an easy call, but I chose the Devil Dog Cupcake. Just in case the picture above doesn't convey the full depths of decadence represented by this confection, let me recite for you the official description:

Rich chocolate cake . . .

filled with whipped vanilla buttercream . . .

frosted with vanilla buttercream . . .

sprinkled with mini chocolate chips . . .

rolled in chocolate crumbs and . . .

and . . .

finally(!) . . .

drizzled with dark chocolate.

It's two days later, and I think I'm still in sugar shock.