God doesn't want me to have cupcakes

Several days ago, I was sitting alone and the Devil was sitting on my shoulder, whispering something in my ear about birthday cake.  You know - the typical American vanilla sheet kind.  Damn the Devil!  I got it in my head that I had to have some; but where the Hell do you find that kind of birthday cake in Kuwait?  It's not the same here.  Yeah, I guess the closest I could come would be La Baguette's cake, but it is still FRENCH style baking (everything is light and fluffy and airy and oooo la la).

So I determined that the next best thing (short of baking - which I am not in the mood for) would be cupakes. 

Being the lazyass that I am, I figured I could do this from the comfort of my sofa; and got online to 6alabat.com.  Usually 6alabat doesn't let me down; good food for decent prices.  (The only time they have let me down is refunding money on KNET orders.)  .... that is.... until I ordered from J's Bakery.  O...M....G what a RIP. 

What I am picturing are 12 (I ate a few to test) rock-hard, stale MINI (they never mentioned that on the menu) cupcakes, 2 bags of kettle corn (all the kernels were broken and the bags were tiny), and 2 itty-bitty bite sized (1" square) brownies.  The total price was 5.600.  Holy shyt! I could have fed 2 people full meals on that.  I can't remember how much the cupcakes were, but I distinctly remember the popcorn was .500 fils per bag (the size of my hand) and each brownie (1" square) was .900 fils.  I thought that they had jipped me on the brownie:  it appeared that there was only 1 in the pack, but on closer inspection, there were 2 - making a total of 2".  Can we all say RIP OFF?

I called J's Bakery.  Response:  "Ooooooh".  Yeah. okay. Whatever.  Once burned...

So, my cupcake craving had now become a mission.  That's IT.  It's on like donkey kong.  I got online and started researching f-ing cupcakes in Kuwait.  I remembered that I had seen a place in Fanar and Mark's blog mentioned Juju's Cupcakes.  Hmmm.  Worth a shot.

I first sent them an e-mail requesting an order of a dozen fresh cupcakes for pick up.  Email bounced back.  Snap.  Not a good sign.  So, I went to Fanar at 5 pm in cynical mode; fully expecting all their cupcakes to be stale and hard. I raised an eyebrow at the cupcake dude, skeptically and  I bought one just to test. OMG good!  Their packaging says "Yummy" and it is really a statement of truth.  I was so not disappointed.  Flavor of the day was tirimasu and they had bite-sized samples (same size as I got from J's bakery) to try.  I bought an assortment to try including carot cake, red velvet, chocolate with a cream center.

Cool!  So I was ready to bounce home and get cupcake busy.... when Slaps called me.  She has just returned from Beirut with a new obsession:  sheesha.  WTF?!  Sheesha?  I know when she gets immersed in something, there is no talking her out of it, so I agreed to meet her at Awtar Libnan at Marina.

I didn't want to leave my cupcakes in the car, I brought them with me into the restaurant (and guarded them really carefully like a vulture).

Sheesha mission accomplished, we walked back to the valet.  I held onto the Juju's cute little pink box by the handle.... walking... and we're walking... and... SPLAT!  The handle broke.  I remember that feeling... I was 6.  Every time I walked out of the ice cream parlor in Wickford, Rhode Island, and reached for the door handle my ice cream would drop on the floor and I would cry.  (Why my mother could never open the door for me will remain a mystery.)  Same feeling.  My bottom lip immediately jutted out.  I stared at the box on the ground.  The valet guys laughed. Slaps laughed.  'IT'S NOT FUNNY!!!'  It was horrific.

Fekit.  I took them home and ate Juju cupcake mush.  I had frosting all over me.  They were great even in their mushed state.

If you ever HAVE to have a cupcake, Juju's is FAAAAABULOUS (just make sure to hold the box from the bottom).  Juju honey, change your boxes:  They're cute, but they destroy precious cargo.

Their numbers are 2572-2999 and 2495-7899.  Go Juju, go Juju....