Oh, Jessica Seinfeld.
You’ve foisted this book upon the world:
You’re telling people how to sneak vegetables into food, so as to fulfill the kiddie’s nutritional requirements on the down-low.
And the tots will be none the wiser.
Except for one thing:
Your cupcakes taste like ass.
My kids took one lick off the carrot-infused icing, and looked at me like I was Judas. They were horrified. How could anyone who loved them do this to them?
And I was angry at Jessica. Good one, lady. It didn’t work. Not even remotely. Couldn’t you just be satisfied with all of Jerry’s money, left well-enough alone?
But then, I figured it out: You’ve turned my kids off of cupcakes forever, thereby improving their health through sugar avoidance.
That was your plan all along, wasn’t it, you tricky little minx?
Good one, Mrs. Seinfeld. Good one.