It's maybe a little harder to read on the cake. But there it is. Repeatedly. Super Bowl XLVI (or "46"). Since we're actually awaiting Super Bowl XLIV (or "44"), I pointed it out to a sweet blonde baker who blushed and shrugged.
Maybe I should have offered to buy a few cupcakes at a discount to protect the children and random cheeseballs at today's Seattle viewing parties from this sacrilege. I'd be willing to bet if someone bought an equivalently mis-decorated sweet vegan treat for a PETA event that a few letters to "Mother Jones" or Rachel Maddow would soon follow. With well chosen adjectives and a very snarky font.
But I let it go. Still, if you encounter one of these cupcakes, dear Seattlite, take a stand for justice in our antiquated numbering systems and say put down the damn treat and go for a Rice Krispie bar instead. And watch out for similar mistakes in your Olympics-themed frosted fun. You're welcome.
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