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Tuesday, March 20, 2012

You Call That a Bake Sale?

Whenever I see kids operating a lemonade stand, I stop.  I'm a sucker for little kids displaying the entrepreneurial spirit.  I'm the same way with bake sales.  I can't pass up a fundraiser that capitalizes on my sweet tooth.  It's kind of the American way.

Yesterday, there was a sign at my office saying that some members of the staff were having a bake sale, with proceeds benefiting a local charity.  The older I get, the more I like sweets.  So, I made note of that sign and told myself that I would be having dessert with lunch today.

Sure enough, after lunch, I headed into the break room to get myself something good to eat.  I was looking forward to some homemade goodies.  I've never been to a bake sale where I didn't find something amazing to sample.  Not today.

Have you ever heard of a bake sale where every single item was purchased at a food store?  You have now.  Cupcakes loaded with preservatives.  Cookies sitting in molded plastic containers.  Candies straight out of the bulk food aisle.  What a joke!  Of course, now that I'd walked into the break room, I had to buy something.  So, I pulled out my wallet, forked over $3, and found myself the proud owner of 6 "white cupcakes with icing."  The ingredient list on the container was literally 44 lines long.  Here are some excerpts from the list:
  • Propylene glycol monoesters of fats & fatty acids
  • Sodium stearoyl lactylate
  • Maltodextrin
  • Partially hydroxenated cottonseed soy oil.
Appetizing, right?

By the way, Nick just walked in the house.  He's home early from work.  I offered him one of my bake sale cupcakes.  His response?  "No way I'm having cupcakes from Wal-Mart."  I hear you, brother.