Monday, November 28, 2005
My sister took her 15 year old daughter to the store because my niece wanted to cook cupcakes for dessert for Thanksgiving dinner. As my niece walked up and down the aisle, my sister asked her what she was looking for. For example, was she looking for chocolate or white cake mix? Was she looking for a certain frosting?
My niece said, "I'm looking for the cupcake mix."
I'll let you ponder that for a minute.
My sister said, "Katie, there is no such thing as cupcake mix. You just use regular cake mix but you cook it in a cupcake pan."
As my sister retold the story, I looked at her and said, "That's your fault."
She said, "That ain't nothin'. When I got home, I asked Elliott what he would buy if he wanted to cook cupcakes." (Elliott is my 21 year old nephew.)
"I don't know," answered Elliott. "I guess I'd buy milk and eggs."
"Okay, okay, that's right, " said Terry, "But, what kind of cake mix would you buy?"
Elliott said, "Cupcake mix, I guess."
I looked at Terry again and said, "Oh, yeah. This is definitely your fault."
Terry's husband said, "I told them the cupcake mix is on the same aisle as the toast."