        The cupcake fell into that category.  The dough was exactly the perfect consistency, and the icing was the buttery-sugary goodness that he remembered from his youth.  It was flavored of mint and something else sweet, although he couldn’t quite place it.  It wasn’t something he had ever eaten before—he was sure of that—but it was something he had smelled before.  The powerful odor of the mint covered it up completely, unfortunately.  The only downside was the sandy consistency of the sprinkles—despite their appearance, they weren’t granulated sugar; instead, they were much harder, like nonpareils. 