Cupcake of the Week

Place: Georgetown Cupcake, Bethesda
Time: 10:34 a.m.
Mission: Get fatter. Procure Chocolate Lava Fudge Cupcake.

They offer a gluten free version of the Chocolate Lava Fudge.  Not interested.

They say: "Valrhona chocolate cupcake with a rich fudge core topped with a vanilla icing with a fudge star drizzle."

I say, "If that's lava, I'll gladly jump in the Waponi Wu volcano."

Huge hunk of vanilla icing - just plain vanilla, not the signature cream cheese vanilla, which makes it eat less like a steak and more like...sticking your head in a bag of refined sugar and inhaling. Also, that fudge in the middle? It has a mind of it's own. Fork recommended, lest you elect to assume "messy chili-dog stance" on a street in Bethesda. Fenway Park, it is not.

Cupcake of the Week

How does one live in the burbs of DC and not purchase at least one boutique cupcake per week?

It's perfect for those with a tendency to overindulge. . . unless, as you're waiting in line, you do the math and discover that a dozen is cheaper.. But I don't like math, so. .

I buy one each week - Sunday - which purposely coincides with the only non-fasting day of the week during Lent.

Georgetown Cupcake is my favorite haunt, but there are so many unique and ridiculously expensive cupcakes in DC, I'll branch out. ..once in a while.

Today, though, we'll start with a seasonal GC. 

..I stood in line for 15 minutes this morning and endured the stink eye from many a lycra-clad fitness buff as they sauntered past to get their gym on. Worth it.

Without further adieu, I bring you the Cherry Blossom cupcake from Georgetown Cupcake.

Enjoy the cringe-worthy auto focus amateur photography.

They say, "classic madagascar bourbon vanilla cupcake baked with fresh cherries and topped with a vanilla cream cheese frosting and a fondant cherry blossom."

I say, "Huge ole hunk of vanilla cream cheese frosting that's so rich it will make you gag by the last bite. In a good way."

With big pieces of real cherries in the batter.  Like.. real ones. Not dried hippie cherries, not canned, and they're sweet but tart.

It's muffiny and light, which is a wonderful excuse to eat it before noon.

And if you go after 10:30 a.m. on a Sunday, bless your heart, you'll be waiting until noon to get your cupcake, so seize the morning.

And just for the heck of it, this is my husband and our friends at the Cherry Blossom Festival, last year.  To protect their anonymity, I'll call them Indy and Mandy. And this is funny because I only look about four feet tall. And I can't believe Harper was ever so baby-like.