I want a table covered in giant fruit-shaped cakes. It would make me feel like an itty bitty person in a magical land of sweets.
Nothing says love like a heart shaped dessert delicately dusted with cocoa powder. Sadly, I fear cocoa powder as it seems inevitable that I will accidentally breathe some of it in when I take the first bite and then I'll cough all crazy and destroy everything. How I wish I could enjoy a dusted treat.
There's making whoopie and then there's making whoopie pies. I need to get on the whoopie pie train one of these days. I look at them every day all over these here internets yet I've never eaten one! What is wrong with the world?