The wrongness of it all

Sometimes I'm still surprised by the little cultural differences that I find here. There still seem to be events that happen that make me say "WHAT?" Things that just seem so innately wrong to me. For example: Yesterday I made a batch of cup cake to take to a party last night that my dance group was throwing. I made the cup cakes from scratch (top that Betty Crocker from a box!) and used my precious cup cake liners that I'd been hoarding for months. When I got to the dance studio last night I gave the cup cakes to Annie, one of the dance teachers, and she said that she'd put them out on the tables. Well, a little later in the night as Mickie and I were seated at a long table filled with all sorts of Bulgarian treats we saw girls carrying trays piled high with little brown squares. As the girls started placing the trays on the table and I could see the cake like consistency of the little chunks I realized that those were my cup cakes! My precious cup cakes had been removed from their precious wrappers and cut into little one inch squares. Ahhh...that's not how you eat cup cakes! Oh, the wrongness of it all. This was a case where I should have demonstrated first how it is that a person eats a cup cake since I'm certain that most of the people at the party last night had never before seen such a wondrous treat.