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? (That may be a slight exaggeration. But you should still 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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