When posed with the question of which is better, cake vs. pie, at Perpetual Post, Jillian Lovejoy Lowery is our clear winner (here's most of her post, we try to keep the language around here below an R rating so I didn't include her last sentence, but you can read the whole thing and the other responses - there weren't any other ardent cupcake fans, alas - by clicking above):
When to comes to cake vs. pie, there’s only one answer: cupcakes. There is no dessert more perfect.
Pie is messy. The filling is too gooey and the crust is too, well, crusty. Cake, on the other hand, is often unwieldy. It’s really hard to cut a reasonable-to-small-sized piece of cake. You always get a giant hunk of it.
Cupcakes, on the other hand, are neat and portable. They are also adorable. They’re the kittens of the dessert world. Delicious, delicious kittens.
Cupcakes are also relatively easy to make. I have no idea how to make a damn pie, and I don’t feel like learning. Similarly, I don’t want to take the time to teach myself to ice an entire cake so that it looks nice, and not like a first-grader’s edible finger painting project. Cupcakes bake quickly and are easy to ice.
Also, because of their size, you can eat a cupcake and not instantly fret that you’re gonna get fat. Cupcakes allow you to lie to yourself about actual calories consumed, a game that I like very much.
Another nice feature about cupcakes is that they’re easy to share. No utensils needed. Just pass ‘em around. Cupcakes build community.
For an alternative take, here's the cupcake portion of how Akie Bermiss responded to the query:
I’m of two minds when it comes to baked desserts. I love cakes. I love pies. I eat them both in equal measure and draw unique pleasures from each grouping. So I prefer to shirk the debate altogether. Why must it be “Pie or Cake”? I say nay. Let us be merry. Let it be: Pie and Cake. In healthy, heaping portions. I see no reason to be particular in this respect. But there is one dessert that I must impugn with fiery indignation. It is a scourge of tiny over-sweet be-frosting-ed mealiness. It is the malefactor’s attempt at miniature mayhem. It is the herald of all things saccharine, the patron saint-food of all empty gestures, the paragon of mediocrity and malfeasance.
I am speaking, of course, of the cupcake.
You might think, from my melodramatic prose (and clumsy alliteration), that I am jesting. But I assure you — this is no laughing matter. I HATE me some cupcakes. I would just as soon not eat than consume the little monstrosities. You see, for me, the cupcake is the deification of everything that is not-so-great about dessert, boiled down to its most lugubrious and concentrate form and stuffed into innocuous looking little paper-liners so as to be easily shoved down our throats.
When to comes to cake vs. pie, there’s only one answer: cupcakes. There is no dessert more perfect.
Pie is messy. The filling is too gooey and the crust is too, well, crusty. Cake, on the other hand, is often unwieldy. It’s really hard to cut a reasonable-to-small-sized piece of cake. You always get a giant hunk of it.
Cupcakes, on the other hand, are neat and portable. They are also adorable. They’re the kittens of the dessert world. Delicious, delicious kittens.
Cupcakes are also relatively easy to make. I have no idea how to make a damn pie, and I don’t feel like learning. Similarly, I don’t want to take the time to teach myself to ice an entire cake so that it looks nice, and not like a first-grader’s edible finger painting project. Cupcakes bake quickly and are easy to ice.
Also, because of their size, you can eat a cupcake and not instantly fret that you’re gonna get fat. Cupcakes allow you to lie to yourself about actual calories consumed, a game that I like very much.
Another nice feature about cupcakes is that they’re easy to share. No utensils needed. Just pass ‘em around. Cupcakes build community.
For an alternative take, here's the cupcake portion of how Akie Bermiss responded to the query:
I’m of two minds when it comes to baked desserts. I love cakes. I love pies. I eat them both in equal measure and draw unique pleasures from each grouping. So I prefer to shirk the debate altogether. Why must it be “Pie or Cake”? I say nay. Let us be merry. Let it be: Pie and Cake. In healthy, heaping portions. I see no reason to be particular in this respect. But there is one dessert that I must impugn with fiery indignation. It is a scourge of tiny over-sweet be-frosting-ed mealiness. It is the malefactor’s attempt at miniature mayhem. It is the herald of all things saccharine, the patron saint-food of all empty gestures, the paragon of mediocrity and malfeasance.
I am speaking, of course, of the cupcake.
You might think, from my melodramatic prose (and clumsy alliteration), that I am jesting. But I assure you — this is no laughing matter. I HATE me some cupcakes. I would just as soon not eat than consume the little monstrosities. You see, for me, the cupcake is the deification of everything that is not-so-great about dessert, boiled down to its most lugubrious and concentrate form and stuffed into innocuous looking little paper-liners so as to be easily shoved down our throats.
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