Some of you may remember Buddy. Buddy was a Jim Henson inspired cake-friend with fangs and a pet rubber-ducky. Although eaten in the spring of 2010, he remains a joyful reminder of creativity’s potential (and I know it only a matter of time before I meet Buddy’s extensive network of family and friends, whom I am told resides on the west side between Brooklyn and Djibouti).
Just a few months ago, Buddy’s distant, Lilliputian cousins were born in Cleveland, Ohio, created by my friend Karly West. The clan (or shall I say, “gang”) known as the Bitter Sweetz is not an edible family, but they are still just as sweet. Full of sass and spunk, these sculpted, personified confection-figurines are so full of character that they deserve their own cartoon.
In the land of Bitter Sweetz, inherently joyful and happy cupcakes have come to life in an unexpected way. These are rebellious little guys armed with spray paint bottles, grit and sprinkles. The juxtaposition is priceless. From pirate donuts to yogi gingerbread men, they embody the kind of quirky humor that carries us to a place where the world is cast in a different light. It is a welcomed light that opens the imagination, makes us laugh, raises an eyebrow, and possibly curls a smirk before we chomp down on our next cookie.