I've been on a mission to make some Nutella/chocolate cupcakes that I found a recipe for. Last week, I zipped to Kroger, armed with a print-out of the recipe so I could buy all of the ingredients. I ducked and dodged up and down each aisle, pausing only to estimate how many of each thing to buy. I was a woman possessed. Who wouldn't be? Made-from-scratch Nutella/chocolate cupcakes with homemade vanilla cream cheese frosting? That's what God did on the 8th day. He made these cupcakes.
Then next morning, I get up early, get the kids ready and off to school and get ready to start baking. Wait a minute. Where are my cupcake papers?! SHIT!!! I forgot to buy some. I slink off into a pit of despair and self-loathing.
Fast forward to today. It's a new week and I am DETERMINED to bake those goddamn cupcakes. Off to Kroger I go. Get cupcake papers. Pick up something for dinner.
4 steaks, a pork loin roast, 2 12-packs of Ski, some rice pilaf and a box of Nerds later, I still have no cupcake papers. Is 2:30 too early to start drinking?
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