Cupcakes are comfort food. Just when I need them the most.

Yesterday, Phoebe handed me over two cupcakes, in a box, and embarrassingly said, “they bled! I didn’t really even want to give them to you because they bled! look! ” The microscopic “bleed” of the icing was well, microscopic ( maybe beyond microscopic because I really could not see them ) and showed how OC my friend was. The cute cupcakes, white sprinkled with cheerful colors were mine for the day.

As my teeth sinked in the cupcake , it tasted cake. Light, wonderful birthday cake. The icing was light, the sweetness just perfect that it made the perfect comfort food. My sisters feasted on the other cupcake and loved it, “just like Sonja’s, but lighter, and we didn’t get tired of the sweetness/taste.”

Well for me, it’s more than a cupcake. It’s love of a friend given through an edible form. The perfect comfort to a broken heart ( yes, again and again! ), the perfect “I’m here” gesture. No words needed.

Yes, the cupcakes were bleeding love, but it is most welcome to bleed more. *smiles*