my girl loves to bake. so do her brothers. and so, fortunately/unfortunately, do their friends. sometimes, they’ll spoil me and make something healthful. and sometimes not. because on the weekend, it’s splurge city around here.
although the girls started and finished this decadent treat, when j got home from man-time basketball with dad, he couldn’t help joining in.
want to die happy? click here to find the recipe. 🙂 thank you, zainab, my new
worst enemy dear baker-sister, for this ridiculously delicious, worth-every-calorie, cupcake of happiness.
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