Oh, a tower of cupcakes. Each ones' moist, vanilla body attired in an elegant dress of chocolate frosting. Once more, my mother is the culprit here - her culinary gusto leading to the caloric deluge that threatens to overtake me on a regular basis. These were produced this past weekend, during the "hurricane". If my math is correct, and I ate one each time I walked by them, I consumed roughly 325 cupcakes.