Honeybun

Usage examples of cupcake.

Line muffin pans with a double layer of cupcake papers and coat the inside with nonstick cooking spray.

Scenting disaster from afar as is her habit, Myra arrived, bearing half-a-dozen turgid cupcakes left over from some family starch-fest.

According to ancient myth, Athens was created when Poseidon, the God of Adventure, struck the ground with his trident, which upset Ramona, the Goddess of Humidity and Ranch Dressing, who told Dagmar, the God of Variable-Rate Mortgages, who got so mad that he punched Raoul, the God of Those Little Colored Things You Sprinkle on Cupcakes, and as a result Athens was formed.

On the table, there were two muffin tins, each containing twelve freshly baked cupcakes in paper liners with little golden-brown domed heads.

And then she and Andrew would go to the kitchen and make cupcakes, or she and Abigail would cut out paper dolls, or string beads, or make pictures with spaghetti.

A bag of suckers, chocolate cupcakes, caramels, jawbreakers and licorice all went into the bag first.

And so simply the idea, let alone the fact, of not being able to stay aboard a two-bit, slanty-eyed, pea-brained Shetland pony just about had Joe shitting cupcakes.

There were paper plates strewing the floor, cellophane wrappers and white pasteboard backings from old cupcakes, chicken bones in red-striped tubs streaked with cold grease.

Conversing about politics, under such a stimulus, would have prov'd animated enough, without reckoning in as well the effects of drink, tobacco, whose smoke one inhales here willy-nilly with every breath, and sugar, to be found at every hand in lucent brown cones great and little, Ic'd Cupcakes by the platter-ful, all manner of punches and flips, pies of the locality, crullers, muffins, and custards, no table that does not hold some sweet memento, for those it matters to, of the cane thickets, the chains, the cruel Sugar-Islands.

Kevin assured the both of us he'd taken them and the cupcakes off the shelf beside the checkout counter, and no, he hadn't examined the wrappers, but why would he do that?

He walked between walls of donuts, pies, cupcakes, muffins, fudge sticks, chocolate chips, jelly rolls, cinnamon buns, composed himself in that sugary aisle, then headed for the shortest line to escape.

Only one of those chocolate cream-filled cupcakes with the squiggly line of white icing.

They ran giggling and whooping and yelling through the Sunday-silent Ironworks, finding the eggs under the giant tipper-vats, inside the desk drawers of the foreman, balanced between the great rusty teeth of gearwheels, inside the molds on the third floor (in the old photographs these molds look like cupcake tins from some giant's kitchen).

They formed a circle about the food, eating fried chicken, potato salad, Jell-O, raw sticks of carrot and celery, deviled eggs, and chocolate cupcakes off paper plates, and washing it all down with cold lemonade poured from a thermos into paper cups.