So, you know. Yesterday was a typical Sunday afternoon for me - a gorge fest with 18 different kinds of sweets that left me feeling more than a little woozy about the whole ordeal. Except that this time, I wasn't in my kitchen, and I had a sidekick. Presenting, the sidekick. Yamin is her name, actually. She sits right next to me at work, so I dragged her to the sugar feast with me.
The event was aptly named "Sugar Coma." We weren't sure what to expect (other than sugar, duh), so we wandered in to see this:
Basically, a ton of dessert tables, a ton of women, and a ton of lowlighting. So we stepped on in. To see mini cupcakes.
Mini cupcakes as far as the eye could see. At every single table.
At first, I was downright gleeful at the sheer amount of free mini cupcakes being forced on us by the vendors. I mean, really, how can that ever not be fun?? And then...Well, after about 4 of them plus the scoop of brown sugar ice cream plus the mini slice of sweet potato pie plus the homemade marshmallow plus the bite of a canoli plus plus plus, I was not only dying of thirst, but I was pretty much over the whole event. And that, my friends, was only 3 tables in. Seriously. That was barely a dent in the whole thing.
(Are you feeling me on the mini cupcake overload?)
At last, variety! I thought this was cute, but nobody was partaking. Maybe the milk was warm? But I had to take a photo of it, just for the sheer novelty. I mean, in a sea of cupcakes, milk and cookies seems fancy and new and just so unexepected.
Yamin was sweet enough to hold my treats tray while I snapped photos :)
If you zoom in to inspect, please note that this is only half of what I originally gleaned, and I skipped 75% of the vendors. Really.