Cupcakes and Comfort

There is a place at Zionskirchplatz that makes cupcakes. She's British and can be a bit of a pill, but she must have sensed my weight today because she was kind. Or maybe it was because I started by complimenting her shoes. I love winning people over.

I am not a comfort eater. As one of the least disciplined people I know, I seem to have an uncanny ability to control my eating... actually the truth is where most people eat for comfort, I starve for comfort. It's not quite as dramatic as it sounds, I just generally forget to eat. Or if I do, it doesn't really settle right. But today, I decided if I was going to be stressed I might as well enjoy what I ate. So I had a Bratwurst, a cupcake (one of my favorite foods of all time - white cake, white icing... I can actually love them the most without the icing - I know, I know I AM WEIRD), and a glass of Riesling while looking over at the church where Dietrich Boehnhoffer was ordained.

Of course, now I feel sick. But in the moment is was lovely and to be honest, quite comforting.

When I got home I got an incredible email from my uncle who shared a song with me (because he's unbelievable like that) called Instead, by Madeleine Peyroux, which was so sweet and perfectly applicable that I had to cry and feel overwhelmingly loved. I always say I am single because I've never met a man as good as my Uncle and I will not settle. Of course, I am not half the woman that my Aunt is... she swears she was as nutty as me at my age, but I don't remember that. I know one thing is for sure, she would have eaten cupcakes to cheer herself up on such a day.