Or the frosting has been licked off your cupcakes.

Oh dear... two years ago during one of my trips to NYC, I trekked down to
the village and stood in line for the most incredible cupcakes.
Painstakingly carried the box of 6 yummies back to the hotel, to the
airport, on the airplane and home. Husband and I had ours that night but
saved the others for the kids for the next day. That morning we found the
dog with almost a guilty grin, licking his chops next to the empty box on
the floor.

That was an expensive treat.

And it was raw.