There has been an age-old debate about this, and I’m here to set the record straight. Cupcakes are, in fact, better than cake. I’m not 100% sure of the reason, but I am totally willing to put some ideas out there as to why this phenomena is accurate. All I know is, when someone offers me a slice of cake, I almost always say, “No thank you, I’m not really a cake person.” But when someone bakes cupcakes, I’m stalking the table like a vulture.

First off, a cupcake is an ingenious invention for its size alone. In four bites or less, you have yourself a perfectly frosted, delicious little treat. It’s filling, and yet you can eat a second or third should you choose to.

Besides this, there’s no messy cutting or designated cutter for that matter. Dishes and forks don’t even need to be used. All you really need is a napkin and an appetite.

Cupcakes are also much harder to mess up. My mom and I have made so many lopsided cakes that had to be fixed with frosting than I can remember. Cupcakes, however, rarely come out crooked or mess up – because they’re so little!

What else? Unlike a cake, cupcakes can be Continue reading →

I found that I was much more daring with my eating choices while in Italy.

My ex-boyfriend was constantly begging me to try new foods. I constantly refused. I have about five or six restaurants that I like to eat at, and have one or two things at every restaurant that I always order.

“I heard this new restaurant in the city is really good,” he’d say to me.

“Nope, I want to go to Gino’s,” I’d stubbornly respond.

“Why don’t you try this swordfish with capers? It’s delicious,” he’d say, while shoving his fork toward my mouth.

“Nope, I’m good with my chicken franchese,” I’d answer. It drove him crazy.

In Italy, though, I decided that I should be a little more daring. Two of the waiters told us that it would be better if we did not order off of a generic menu.

“Can I make a menu for you, please?,” one Sardinian waiter asked in Italian. Continue reading →

After foolishly believing that waiting tables for money would be fun and easy, I quickly learned that being a waitress is one of the hardest jobs on earth. In addition to the total harassment and lack of professionalism coming from my bosses, my co-workers did not care for me.

As you could have gathered by my other posts or photo, I am just over five feet tall, 110 pounds soaking wet. My arms basically look like spaghetti. Add to this the fact that I have barely exercised a day in my life. Therefore, while other servers were piling three, four, and five dishes up both of their arms, there is no way I had the capability of carrying more than one 13-inch heavy plate at a time. So I didn’t.

Adding to my weak attempts to carry multiple dishes at once, the dishes themselves were extremely hot. I received multiple burns to my hands and arms when trying to speedily deliver Continue reading →

Finding a hair in my food can absolutely food my entire night. Even though I always want to, I never seem to be able to let it go. I sit there, staring at it, wondering what part of whose body it came from. I start looking around at all my other food, wondering what may or may not be lurking inside of it. My appetite is usually lost, which is something I never say.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not a total lunatic about it. I don’t take it out on the waiter or his/her tip like some people do, and I certainly don’t complain to a manager – because it’s obviously just one of those things that happens from time to time.

I do, however, send whatever it was back for a new dish, and complain to my boyfriend for the next hour and a half. I have been known to whine and say things like, “Ugh, I don’t even wanna eat here anymore. This is so disgusting. No, I don’t want some of yours. Yours probably has nails and teeth in it.”

Hair length is an important factor when determining just how disgusted I have to be. For example, when I see Continue reading →

Look. I get it. It’s the morning, and mornings blow. You have the entire workday ahead of you and you need some sort of added incentive – besides “I’ll get fired if I call out” – to will yourself to go to work. But the question still remains, Is Starbucks worth it?

There are many reasons people choose Starbucks. For one, it’s super fun to hold that cool-looking cup with the brown cardboard holder around it. Who knows, if you’re a really professional coffee-drinker, you may even have one of those awesome hot pink or lime green rubber holders that some genius thought of before me.

I think holding a Starbucks cup totally shows status. Ironically, Continue reading →

There is a McDonald’s strategically located across the street from my old gym. I’m pretty sure the gym was built after the fast food restaurant. Could it have been built there by chance? I suppose. Was it? Probably not.

And why not? It’s a win/win for both establishments. The McDonald’s gets weak, hungry people like me shamefully walking into it after a grueling (or not-so-grueling) workout, and the gym continuously renews memberships because no one is actually losing any weight.

The first time I had ever gone to a gym, I was in awe of the sheer amount of machines, people, and people actually willing to exercise on these machines. Me? I was walking around, checking everything out, stretching – you know, assessing my surroundings.

By the time I actually got around to the “exercise” portion of the experience, it was almost dinnertime. And I never miss dinner. Now, I wasn’t used to working out. So I said to my friend, “Okay, we Continue reading →