Congratulations for what? Just for being you and being awesome and appreciating these amazing cupcakes as much as I do. I think that deserves a round of applause, a firm handshake, a hearty slap on the back, a shot of fine bourbon, a Cuban cigar. Good work friends. Looking at sweets all day isn't easy, I know.
Sometimes you're just not feeling quite right, not like your bubbly, happy-go-lucky, sweet as pie self. I know those days, I understand. It's going to be okay I promise. Just take two of these and call me in the morning.
The thought of popping a whole tiny kiwi in my mouth without having to bother with the fuzz and the size just delights me. Adorable!
I LOVE beets! Sadly, last time I was peeling some in preparation for roasting, my hand swelled up super huge and scarylike and I had to take a Benadryl and fell asleep and then I was afraid to ever eat beets again because if that's what happens to the outside of my body, imagine the inside of my throat! Terrifying. So now I can only lust after beets from afar. Love you beets!
Can we just scooch him over to the side and eat around him? He's always in the way!
When I was a kid we had a couple Japanese exchange students stay with our family and they would often bring kokeshi as a gift. I still have those lovely dolls and wouldn't turn down a cookie version either!
Recipes are all fine and good when they're simply printed but there's something magic about watching something come together creatively in a video. More, more!
I love Paris, I love pretty cakes, I love pink flowers, I love hand drawn decorations. This cake, it is made entirely of love.
Honestly, I'm not sure I'll ever get tired of the trend of making sweet snacks smaller and plopping them on a stick. Anything that keeps my hands from getting sticky and my hips from getting fat has to be a good thing.
I know I just featured some pancake art by Jenni Price the other day but I seriously cannot get over her work! Astounding, incredible, genius! Hey Jenni, if you're ever in Seattle we should get you on here for reals!
Leftover cake is so lazy, sitting around on the plate for days and days with no responsibilities. Come on loser, make me a snack!
Someday I want to coat my whole arm in icing and dip it in a vat of sprinkles. I wouldn't know what to do next, sadly, once I'm thoroughly spackled with hardening icing and sugary bits. I wouldn't want to eat it, I just want to take pictures of it maybe and call myself "Ol' Donut Arm". I guess just a donut will do.
I'm a sucker for well done tattoos. I have some myself (in addition to some not-so-well-done). I know how special it is to find someone with a similar aesthetic sense when it comes to permanent body art. Ryan and Marianne, you crazy kids were made for each other! Just don't go getting each other's names tattooed on your pretty selves. That's the kiss of death.
