No need to thank me, or anything, but tonight I invented a recipe for rootbeer cupcakes, complete with melty icing that looks and tastes like the ice cream that melts over the top of the glass when you get a rootbeer float. And calories shmalories, because I burned them all off in the baking process because I don’t have an electric mixer yet and it was hard work mixing everything by hand. Er, spoon.
Anyhow, whatever. Now everyone will want to be my boyfriend.
Love,
Alexandra
Only boyfriend??
I want to marry you.
And where, pray tell, is said recipe? take pity on your destitute, cupcake-less canadian friends.
no pictures?
Ok, the recipe is coming. But I need to recreate it because of course I didn’t write it down and I’m not sure of the actual rootbeer measurments because I was drinking from the bottle while I was baking and mostly just eyeballing things.