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Secret Foods


The Cupcake Cannon

by Johnny Cupcakes and Kamp Grizzly
with an introduction by Grace Pauley

Johnny Cupcakes visited Portland's Kamp Grizzly and served as the inspiration for this double-barrel bakery blast. In her introduction to the piece, Grace Pauley shows us why it's such a interesting romp.

At nineteen years old, I play with my food. My mother, although she tried, couldn’t stop me. Now and again, when there’s food left on my plate, I always insist on rearranging and recreating my meal. After all, what am I expected to do when my stomach is full? Sit quietly, pretending to be engaged in dinnertime small talk? Throw away my plate and let food go to waste? Why not play with it? What’s so impolite or awful about having fun?

“Cupcake Cannon” is my mother’s nightmare. It’s vibrant, fast-paced, curiously disgusting, and—above all—gives us the harmful as harmless. The title alone intrigues me: what does a weapon have to do with an innocent, fluffy desert? This contrast becomes evermore apparent once it starts. A man, feigning anger, smears icing across his cheeks, and the initial noise, which sounds like cannon-fire, turns out to be music. Excitedly loud lyrics repeat, “It’s not what you expected.” And sure enough, this isn’t the video you expect: people getting bombarded with cupcakes of varying flavors and frostings. The white backdrop makes the colorful blasts all the more satisfying. The idea is absurd, as the “targets” attempt to read, gesture, pose, and just goof off, all the while being pelted with cupcakes.

It’s exactly this absurdity that makes “Cupcake Cannon” so great. Warfare and eating are rarely compared, let alone made laughable. And in a nation where grave images of war are always on the nightly news, we might just need a moment to enjoy our playful, innocent, downright goofy selves. At times, we might just need the chance to play with our food.