Closest I ever got was the time Mum made chocolate-icing-crowned gingerbread men on popsicle sticks to horrify my grandma.

Easter has two kinds of modern origins; the inaccurate, and the really rather disturbing. I won't lay them out for you here, as I do that pretty much every year, and I feel that you all deserve a break. (Good puppy.)

So no resurrection-related celebrations. An easter egg hunt (let's identify the witches, hurrah!), usually. I can credit any holiday whose secular aspects involve the vast and varied worship of chocolate.

And thus:


I think any ideal holiday should involve chocolate and rainbows in equal measure.


The Lone Cupcake. The Extra, the Accident, the One Left Behind as his sisters and his fabulous brothers went out into the world... to be devoured by my frighteningly efficient co-workers. (Thirty cookies, man. Twenty minutes. It was like a biblical plague.)


Fear not, little cupcake. I'll save you. *evil grin*

No, little cupcake! Don't run away! The exercise only makes you more delicious!

EDIT: Y'know that point (or maybe you don't) with cupcakes where it's perfect, not too dry, not too doughy, and it's still practically liquid and not too cakey but still technically a solid, but only technically, and it's so easy to completely fob it up with an extra minute of baking time?

Yeah, I totally sidestepped the fob. Mmm. ^.^