On Sunday night, after thirteen hours waiting tables, I arrived home and opened the fridge. This is what I saw.
My brother, who just celebrated the big 3-0 (he's single and quite a catch ladies) lives in New York City. My father arranged a birthday brunch for him on Sunday morning. I could not attend this brunch, because I was serving it at another location. In uniform.
My brother missed his train out of the city because he was in line, buying cupcakes for his family at Crumbs Bake Shop on 42nd Street. What a love. He was forced to splurge on an overpriced car service to get to his own birthday brunch.
But the man brought cupcakes. Cupcakes in flavors we have never experienced. Grasshopper, cookie dough, cookies and cream, peanut butter cup, coconut and more.
Yesterday I ate half of the grasshopper cupcake. LLG made it clear that was his first choice, so I shared.
I forced the fork down and away from the minty delicious-ness. Only for one of my munchkins could I muster up such self control.
This morning I have been slowly chipping away at the coconut cupcake. It's been delightful.
If you care to visit a Crumbs Bake Shop (my friend Maria loves their cakes) they have several locations. They also ship if you prefer to buy cupcakes in your pajamas.
I guarantee happy tummies. Maybe not happy scales, but happy tummies. And cardio will take care of the scale.
*This is NOT a sponsored post. Crumbs Bake Shop doesn't know me or my sweet-loving blog.*