Back during the first week of August, Americans (nay, the world) celebrated a trifecta of Really Important Birthdays: Martha Stewart on August 3rd, Barack Obama on August 4th, And ME, Melanie Anne Beanpaste on August 5th. (I will tell you: it was simply exhausting making it to all three parties, but I put on a brave face.) Here is Barack Obama with his birthday cupcakes:
There is nothing about that picture that doesn't make me laugh, particularly because it proves even the leader of the free world is pretty damn tickled with a plate of cupcakes. (Psst: how are we feeling about cupcakes, by the way? Are they officially over? If so, what is the new cupcake? I need to get up on that trend, whatever it is, posthaste and GIT BUSY. Please advise.)
You'll notice there are no pictures of Martha and I with our own birthday cupcakes, but that's because Martha probably had her staff prepare special organic platinum-dusted cupcakes to be consumed privately with Paw-Paw and Larry King, and I, personally, gave my staff the day off. Forever. No cupcakes for me!
I did, however, recently get Martha's new book:
And I can tell you that it's a GOLDMINE of fiddly food porn, with big, full-color photos of every cupcake...
...and dozens of really original ideas and...
...great recipes and...
...what's this, then? Wait a minute.
LOOK FAMILIAR? Look a bit similar to, oh, perhaps these:
(Blogged here nearly a year ago, back when the economy was initially collapsing, apparently. Fun!)
I can only come to one, perfectly logical conclusion: someone at Martha Stewart Living Omnimedia is reading Beanpaste, and that person (let's just call her "Ms. Kostyra") be bitin' me, people.
Now, I know what you're thinking, particularly those of you who are my brother. You're thinking, "Yes, that is a stunningly original idea for a cupcake, which seems to involve nothing more than a plastic dime-store dinosaur and green frosting, frosting which, btw, you kind of put on in an unappealing, coiled-turd-like fashion, and perhaps shouldn't be too worried about MARTHA STEWART stealing ideas from YOU, coiled-turd-queen of Idaho."
And you know what I say to that?
Yeah, duh, but that doesn't make for a very good blog post, does it? I think I rest my case.
(I hope it goes without saying that I totally don't think Martha Stewart stole ideas from my blog and I was completely just kidding and even if she wanted to steal, I would allow her to steal from me with big, open arms. Truth be told, I'm a little scared of her, and that is part of what really does it for me, you know?)