March 15, 2012

inspired by the tube


We were all watching Cupcake Wars. Bad idea.
It made me want to throw bricks through downtown cupcake shop windows and high tail it, stolen sugar laden mini cakes in hand. The very worst (and illegal) kind of want. 
Instead of doing that, I turned to plan B: switch off the TV and make some clean cupcakes with Bronze. He wore one of my aprons, I wore one of my aprons. I have an extensive collection. We made a dozen, we ate a dozen; there were no survivors. 
So basically: we won the cupcake war.