Breast Cancer Awareness Month is upon us. I’m aware. Frankly, more aware than I’d care to be. Been there, done that.
If a pink ribbon prompts someone to book a mammogram or fund a study: cool. But I’m skipping the party.
Instead, I’m baking cupcakes. Big ones. The format offers plenty of tender chocolate crumb, a deep well of sticky meringue, and a wide surface for introspective inscription. Mine glower. But if you prefer your curlicues cheerful, I’m happy to customize.
Love this piece, my friend.
Fuck cancer indeed.