You know what that is? A Magnolia cupcake. You know where it was made? My kitchen. Yes, I found a cookbook and I (after some disastrous attempts) finally recreated the recipe for both cupcake and the butter cream icing that tends to send me into fits of rapture.
On one hand, I’m super proud. On the other, I fear a 700 pound future. I mean, what’s to come of me if I don’t even have to take a train to get to this little bugger?
Looks like I’ll hit the treadmill extra hard this week.
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