Or “birthday” past, to be precise. I gave my camera to a friend last night so he could continue to terrorize everyone with threats of pictures. (His camera had run out of battery.) When I was flipping through the photos he took this morning–most of them extremely awkward–I found these:
Aren't they beautiful?
Yes. This is indeed as it appears to be. Evidence that my troublesome roommate is still up to her old tricks.
For my birthday (way back in September–see how old these photos are?), she made me almond cupcakes with salted buttercream icing garnished with heart-shaped strawberry slices. That’s right. She cut strawberries into hearts. I was powerless to resist.
Choose your roommates wisely.
- Choose your roommates wisely. Hooray skilled bakers!
- Having a kitchen rocks. Hooray Apartment Village!
I am so lucky to have the roommates I have. They’re packin’ some serious awesome. (Ha, that sounds like something from the Green brothers.) I do have problems with one roommate sometimes. We’re working it out, but I really need to vent right now.
She force-feeds me cupcakes.
Homemade almond cupcakes with homemade salted carmel buttercream icing made from homemade carmel! Horrid. Simply, unspeakably horrid.
I know. And I’ve talked to her about how it makes me feel when she bakes all these cupcakes and forces us to be her taste-testers. How would she feel? Really? It only gets worse when she throws strawberry cupcakes, orange-iced chocolate cupcakes, and an airbrushed cake for Talk Like a Pirate Day into the mix.
I suppose these are just the things I’ll have to deal with now that I’m off a meal plan, living in my own kitchen.
Like I said, we’re working on it.
Look at that devious face.