Got some news yesterday that totally overwhelmed me to that utterly irrational point wherein I don't want to be by myself and yet will refuse all offers of company and/or invitations. That is, until those gorgeous words appear in text "I made cupcakes, get your ass here." Next thing I knew I was on the freeway, speeding like a bat out of hell to Debe's.
I was greeted by these sexy thangs:
Close-up after I ate all 487595 of the coconut ones:
Holy shit, these were the best cupcakes I have ever had, and that is not hyperbole. I practically ate the paper and sneered at Kris for having one, even though there were like twelve trillion. I have known some bakers in my life, but these take the cake, fo sho. And they were even vegan! I was apprehensive about this, as I have had to master the art of spitting gluten-free bitter-ass shit into a napkin, but these were heaven, or as close to heaven as I'll ever get.
What was my problem again?