I just happened to be at the right place, at the right time last week, which afforded me an opportunity to taste something new, well, at least new to me.

I ate my first honey-bun cupcake. It won’t be my last one, I hope.

After enjoying a sensible meal at Washington’s Golden Corral and preparing to leave said dining establishment, I noticed a Golden Corral employee carrying several cupcakes to the table behind my table. Those cupcakes looked inviting, but even more inviting was the aroma wafting from them. Apparently, a long “Mmmmmm!’ escaped from my lips as my wide-open eyes indicated my interest in said cupcakes.

A young man sitting at the adjacent table, his name is Terrence (pardon the spelling if it’s wrong), if my memory serves me correctly, offered me one of the cupcakes. He informed me that he, I and a few others were eating honey-bun cupcakes.

One bite of my cupcake proved his words. Indeed, the warm cupcake just out of the oven captured the flavors of a honey bun, from the cake part to the icing, or frosting, for those so inclined. Between bites of cupcakes, we talked about the cupcakes. And we talked about the cupcakes. And we talked about the cupcakes.

We talked because we were waiting for another tray of honey-bun cupcakes to be removed from the oven.

By the way, don’t look for those honey-bun cupcakes on the dessert bar at Golden Corral. They are not for consumption by the public, at least not yet. One of the bakers at Washington’s Golden Corral came up with the notion of baking honey-bun cupcakes as an experiment. Apparently, Golden Corral employees, some of their friends and a select customer (me) were to be guinea pigs in this experiment.

The experiment, as far as I am concerned, was a success, even if I didn’t get a second honey-bun cupcake the other night. I waited for it, but I had to leave to make a prior commitment. I did learn that Terrence, from Belhaven, took home several honey-bun cupcakes. If I had been transporting them to Belhaven, I would never have made it there. The Highway Patrol would have found me on the shoulder of U.S. Highway 264 near Beaufort County Community College. My face and hands would be covered with crumbs and icing. I’d be napping, with a contented look on my face. I’d be mumbling something about the only thing that was missing was a tall glass of cold milk.

Terrence would understand, I’m sure. And who says that those honey-bun cupcakes that he left Golden Corral with that night made it to his home in Belhaven? Only Terrence knows, and he’s not sharing that information. Like, I’m sure, he did not share those cupcakes. Any cupcakes that made it to his home, and I am fairly certain of this, wound up in the mini-refrigerator in his room.

Not one to be greedy, I have recommended to the management at Golden Corral that those honey-bun cupcakes be added to the dessert bar so the public can enjoy them.

I ask the Golden Corral management for one small favor. Please, call me 15 minutes before those honey-bun cupcakes go public. I want to get one before they disappear.

Believe me, they will go fast.

Mike Voss covers the city of Washington for the Washington Daily News. Keeping an eye on his diet and blood-sugar level, he vows to eat six healthful salads over two days for each honey-bun cupcake he consumes. Area grocery stores better stock up on low-fat, no-sugar salad dressings.