This is not a cupcake.
This is, at the very most, a thimblecake or something.
Damn you, NYC, and your tiny, delicious, overpriced baked goods.
The burger is a lie.
It’s actually a cake.
Sorry for all the me-spam.
Here, take this photo of the dessert I had with my friend Juddy in the city last week.
Caramel-coated, dark chocolate-drizzled, jumbo marshmallows on a stick.
It felt pornographic.
So, we baked these.
We made caramel apples.
Why, yes. Yes, we did enjoy our toppings with frozen yogurt underneath.
Cotton candy ices are the best.