The too-adorable-to-even-describe cupcake display at Crate and Barrel,
that I dragged the boy into on Saturday night.
I wanted it all. I was in baking heaven.
I dreamt and saw visions of a big white glistening kitchen with space for all of this
and for me to move around. I saw finances to purchase it all with
and dinner parties and event invitations to attend
with the goodies I would produce.
Petite dual spatulas for vanilla, chocolate and strawberry frostings.
So god forbid your frosting isn’t ruined
as you travel to work with a little left over goodie.
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