I did it for the Wrappers.

This isn't a cupcake. This is an abomination.

You don't have to tell me twice.

The saddest thing to happen to my kitchen since I moved in last Spring.

Flat. Gooey. Insulting.


 look away.

look away.


The cat's out of the bag, fellow bakers; I will never be one of you. I most certainly am, however, a proud stationary slash anything pretty on paper, aficionado. Why does that matter? Because all it took was one sight of those flesh colored hearts, artfully dropped on crispy white-papered shells, for me to start pondering vanilla or.... vanilla.

Indeed. Some things don't need much thought. OH. And did I mention that said item was spotted at none other than one of the most underrated establishments also known as "Michael's: Where Creativity Happens." Or in my case:  "Michael's: Where broke happens." (Those $.87 a pop thingamajigers, add up, let.me.tell YOU.)

Back to the story.

I did it for the wrappers. I knew I'd be found guilty from the first moment their sensual ridges hit my corneae.

Sometimes you just have to give in.

Ya know.


ps: Knock yourself out: www.minibaker.com/gluten-free-banana-cupcakes-with-cinnamon-honey-butter-cream/



 “Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.” ―  Confucius

“Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.”