Brownies are my friends. They come from a box normally for me. I like to add some love in the form of vanilla extract and possibly some chocolate chips. I don’t like walnuts. Brownies have been made for me not from a box, and they were the most delicious brownies ever. Brought to me by one of the cutest girls I have ever met: Victoria. Quite an appr-pro name for the victory she had over brownies everywhere.
York Peppermint Patties are also my friends. They come from my father quite frequently. They taste like love. They are dark chocolate and I always thought I hated it. They have a mint paste that is white and not green. They come in the shape of snowflakes sometimes. They are small or large. They are delicious.
Sometimes I don’t like my friends to meet. I’m afraid I’m different people when I’m with one friend. I sometimes think I like different things with different friends. Sometimes I’m afraid that they’ll like each other so much that they’ll forget about me. Sometimes I’m afraid I give them false hopes of how awesome they are. Sometimes I think that it just won’t work.
But Martha told me that this one would be okay. Brownies and York Peppermint Patties can meet. She said, “Let them go and there will be good.” Dang, was there good.
The cupcakes were moist and delicious and minty in the middle. Everyone asked me how I did it. Bet said it was magic. And you know what? The cupcakes were magic. They were chocolatey, minty magic. So. Good. Well done, Martha.
Also, February is the month of birth for many of my loved ones! So… I tried to make birthday hats. They sort of looked cute? Lisa went home to put it on Muffins, the cat.
I'm dying. Or salivating. Not sure. Sometimes I confuse the two.
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