I really like baking. The one problem with baking is eating. More specifically, that I will eat it all. Because of that, no baking is ever done at the Pearl Station of the Queen AnnE. (Why can’t old and overweight be the new black???) But that doesn’t stop me from drooling over a ton of things I want to make (that will inevitably make me weigh a ton - ha ha). For example:
Ron Swanson Maple Breakfast Cupcakes. I don’t think I even need to explain this. Ummmm…there are bacon and “eggs” on them. They are called “breakfast cupcakes.” They are awesome. They will be mine. The end.
Mini Blue Ombre Cake. I think “mini” means that I could make this and eat it all in one gulp. And like the commercial I heard for a product called Celsius (backed by SEVEN clinical studies with six-pack ab results, guys), it will actually BURN calories to eat. It’s negative calories. So, I’d be a DUMMY not to eat it. All. In five seconds.
Apple Pie Fries. Take THAT cake pops! And you dip them in caramel sauce. Guys…have I died and gone to heaven? Am I in Nirvana? Do I have my 77 virgins? Does any of that make sense? No. But I’m currently drunk on this picture. WHEN (not if) I make these, I may have to enter dessert rehab. (I’m very dramatic today.)
Do I need to think up an event to make all of these? Or should I just make them for me and Ryan (meaning me because Ryan doesn’t give two poops on a stick about dessert)? GAH!!!!!!!!!!
As a side note - I joined a new CrossFit gym (the technical term is “box”) with my friend and this one is run by…Navy Seals. If they have a bell, I will probably ring it within the first hour.
Pin It
