The other day at Whole Foods, I bought myself a monster cupcake. I didn't actually eat the whole thing. First it had been given a rather hard chocolate dipped coating, and then the top was sliced off and chocolate butter cream put between the layers -- along with a couple of eyes that made it into a monster.
In another burst of self-indulgence, we ate breakfast out. Lemon ricotta pancakes and French toast with apple filling, whipped cream, and syrup. And yes, it's ironic that I am eating so well while reading about the Irish Potato Famine, but that's just the way it is.
The other day at Whole Foods, I bought myself a monster cupcake. I didn't actually eat the whole thing. First it had been given a rather hard chocolate dipped coating, and then the top was sliced off and chocolate butter cream put between the layers -- along with a couple of eyes that made it into a monster.
In another burst of self-indulgence, we ate breakfast out. Lemon ricotta pancakes and French toast with apple filling, whipped cream, and syrup. And yes, it's ironic that I am eating so well while reading about the Irish Potato Famine, but that's just the way it is.
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