I will admit that I have always been an individual which shamefully and disgustingly, but deliciously, has enjoyed a spoonfull of frosting from time to time. It's a part of who I am and I've always been told not to hide my light under a bushel or, um, bushels under a lamp or is it the ferret on top of the sunbeam--well, that parts not important. Well, I realize there are others out there like me, suffering from the same passion, they may try to hide themselves, some of you, even, but late at night when you're all alone, and the half-empty carton of frosting left over from the last round of cupcake-making is sitting in the fridge, simply, innocently tantalizing you with its mere existence . . . we all know who wins that battle.
So, at some point in the year I found out that my recent roommates suffered from the same disease. . . the same curse . . . the same passion. I first realized when the carton of frosting I had purchased to decorate a birthday cake ever so slowly began to dissipate, one spoon scrape lower than the last time I looked at it. We all finally embraced our fate and experimented with different flavors of frosting, always having available a little carton of magic to give a moment of joy. It was in our search for the perfect frosting that we found something marvelous. Rainbow Chip frosting. That was the answer. Inside the virtually plain vanilla frosting there are little morsels of multi-colored white chocolate delight. And the combination creates an experience few could adequately describe.
Well, this last week as all the most frequent tenants of Ventana Student Housing have been preparing to move out there have been exchanges, give aways and take aways of many items tossed away by one man and wanted by another. One such item was a carton of this frosting. I, being the sly trader I am, quickly snatched it away before any others had a chance. As an apartment we decided we would eat it together our last night. Sweet moment. Relive the memories. However, to my great disappointment of this much-anticipated moment, we all went out to dinner together and when we returned home after a movie, were all still full. It was not the appropriate time to enjoy our treat. Yet the passion inside my heart burned on. The following day we moved out completely and said our goodbyes. Tender moment, swiped away tear, so on and so forth, I returned to the home of my parents in Orem, UT and continue my day.
And yet, as I unload this box and put away that knickknack, I knew that night the rainbow chips would be mine at last. Finally, it's 11:00 and all has finally gotten quiet in the house. Others are off in their rooms sleeping or reading . . . and all alone we are, the rainbow chips and myself. Ever so gently I lift the lid and remove the cunning, shining piece of hygienic aluminum foil. Slowly my hand slides to the silverware drawer and slips out a spoon. I inspect my specimen. Innocent whiteness. Oh coy rainbow chip. I dig the spoon deep into the vat and slide the concoction over my lips. . . sweetness, simplicity . . . I know the moment of truth will come any moment, just one little morsel of decadency . . . alas, nothing. I try again--another lick . . . to no avail. No rainbow chip. Where are the rainbow chips?! I look to the treacherous, vile cannister of masked lust--funfetti!?!? NOT the same as rainbow chip?!?! That's when I knew there would be no rainbow chip for me tonight. Here are the two brands of frosting. Please . . . tell me if you see the difference. Because I still don't!!!
3 comments:
Katie everybody knows that funfetti is lame because it's just Vanilla with sprinkles. Look close at the container and it clearly shows you that fact. :) love ya anyways sis.
Oh.. My... Goodness. I literally had a near identical problem. It was my birthday and I wanted a white cake and confetti frosting. Not too much to ask i think. But my innocently ignorant (and much loved) mom bought the funfetti kind. good and all, but alas, it just isn't the same without those little chips that you get to smooch into the roof of your mouth. bottom line, I feel for you, I really do.
This is the greatest thing i've ever read. Ever. I love you.
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