My nieces and nephews don't have birthdays coming up any time soon, but once July rolls around, guess what their favorite auntie has in store? Dipping a mini cupcake in icing and sprinkles sounds like so much fun it should be illegal.
Oh love, love made of chocolate. You are so lovely. And peanuts, let's not forget you in your lovely warm, roasty glory. And caramel, you are gooey and sticky and round and sweet, thank you for doing what you do. These cupcakes are for you.
I know most of us here are a bit too young to have experienced a proper soda fountain chocolate malt with a paper straw, but the evocative Norman Rockwell-esque image endures and fills us with nostalgia nonetheless. If only I could drink a cupcake.