three little words: chocolate covered matzoh

It was a busy weekend. The only logical way to break it down is by carb:

Saturday

• Lime rickies (or “slutty ricks,” as Tania called them), jalapeño muffins, chocolate-covered cherries, various things made with a pastry tube: all handmade by domestic goddess Amy at her birthday/pool party, all eaten by me.

• Red velvet cupcakes, chocolate cupcakes, frosting in a big gay rainbow of colors, chocolate chips, sprinkles, peanut M&Ms, lemonheads, orangeheads, cherryheads: assembled by craft goddess Jennifer at her birthday/cupcake-decorating party, all eaten by me.

Sunday

• Cheese enchiladas, rice and beans, chips, watermelon, deliciously butter-centric dump cake: made by AK’s incredibly sweet mom as proof that my birthday is not just a day but a season, all eaten by me.
• Veggie meatballs, the fluffiest mashed potatoes in the world, charoset (kind of like sangria after you’ve drunk all the wine out of it), Manishewitz (so wonderfully syrupy, so unlike all other wines), almond macaroons, chocolate-covered matzoh, leftover cupcakes (see above): made by Jody and Christine at their nontraditional Passover seder, which featured activist-feminist retellings of the plague story (think plagues inflicted by the U.S. government and a starring role for Miriam) and only one actual Jew, which meant Jody had to sing all the songs by himself while we joined in for occasional off-key “daiyenus.” All eaten by me.

I’d like to say that I’m done for a while, but there’s one more cupcake in our fridge with my name on it (and O.C.’s face—I made a Team Gato triptych, of which Ferdinand and T-Mec have already been eaten).