You know how sometimes when you’re shopping something catches your eye and causes you to come to an abrupt stop? Yesterday I was in the grocery store cake aisle (yay!) looking for Jello instant pudding (boo!), when I stopped short, and my head whipped around (maybe it’s my tiger blood that makes me acutely aware of any changes in my regular territory). Look what caught my eye:
You know Paula, right? She’s the well-coifed southern belle that whips up all that sinful comfort food. Look at her, she’s got cake mix now. Chocolate cake mix. And look at her white teeth, and blonde hair. You want that cake, don’t you??
Now, strategically placed right next to Paula, is this:
What the hell is that?? What’s wrong with that Nora woman? Why did she not do something with her hair? Couldn’t she have put on some makeup before her cake box photo shoot?
For a very long time I have asserted my belief that Paula Deen is, in fact, the devil incarnate. No, really. Under that poofy blonde hair there are horns. Look at her. Go ahead, take a long look, I’ll wait. Okay, can you see under that smile the evil that lurks within? I mean, I look at her, and I immediately know that Paula will cut a bitch, for no good reason. But still, if I’m going to buy someone’s cake, it’s going to be the devil’s. Seriously, who do you think makes better cake?
Poor Nora. What hope does she have of proving that her all-natural cake is moist and delicious, when it’s next to
satan’s Paula’s chocolate devil cake?? Slim to none, that’s what I say. Especially when the devil’s cake is over a dollar less!
Sooooo, all natural, washed out, pasty yellow cake, or creamy, rich, delicious, well-groomed and coiffed chocolate cake? Let’s hope Nora has a day job to fall back on.