I know what you're thinking. And you're right. There's definitely a theme here. The fam celebrated January birthdays this past weekend. The 3 Capricorns among us made an executive decision to have cupcakes instead of a regulation cake.
To set the stage, I should mention that last Thanksgiving, we ordered in cupcakes from the same little shop, a dozen different cakes, but only one made of coconut. These coconut cupcakes are special--shredded sweetened coconut adds texture and creaminess to the tender cake, and bountifully caps off the not-too-sweet swirl of frosting. But I didn't get to taste this coconut cupcake last Thanksgiving, because someone bogarted it. Someone, who had nothing to do with ordering, purchasing, or coveting said cupcakes, got there first, and because they were mini-cakes, there was no possibility of sharing, no bite to beg, because it was reach--smile--gobble--and it was all over.
This time, we made sure there was plenty of coconut to go around.
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