The other day, in an effort to further postpone yard work, we sat on the couch and watched a mini-marathon of Cake Boss. After about the third episode, David abruptly jumped up, grabbed his keys, and said he'd be right back.
When he returned, it was clear to me that the visual onslaught of sugary fondant had driven him into a state of cake desperation. For from a little grocery sack, David pulled a box of cake mix and a can of icing. Then, he announced that he was going to make himself some cupcakes.
After three long hours of Dave slaving away all alone in the kitchen, we had cupcakes: Red Velvet a la Dark
Take that, Cake Boss.