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Ooooh pretty

This is a semi post, a part post, a quasi sectional piecemeal piece of fluff. I find it easy to justify this post with it's non recipe goodness, because I have a photo.

Smile girls!

Aren't they gorgeous? Gabe and I made them. These cupcakes were the fist time that I used my BIG FAT piping nozzle, I have been dying to use it, but it requires me using disposable bags because it's so big and fat. It makes a satisfyingly large curl on top of the cupcakes. Gabe was in charge of cachous, of course, he eats them and then he pokes them into the cupcakes. Cachous, for the uninitiated, are those little ball things. We did not make the flowers. Are you mad. No way. I buy that crap.

Derivative art style cupcakes

Here is the Andy Warhol version. I get disproportionate enjoyment from filters. I especially love Gaussian blur. WTF is that? Gaussian? Honestly.

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