The profusion of cupcake joints has gotten the better of me. The name of the bakery on South 1st is not coming to mind, probably because I’m still running off of a wicked sugar high. After cabbage and turnips at Somnio’s, I completed the taupe trifecta with some salted caramel cream cheese frosting on a (who cares what kind of) cupcake. It was the best frosting I have ever had, ever. Seriously. Don’t believe me? Don’t think I know my sweet dairies? This weekend, during one episode of Arrested Development, I ate an entire container of condensed milk straight from the can. And that one swirl of fosting was better.
Frosting so good, it has to have a website: