At lunch today, I ordered a breakfast burrito. I also impulse bought a monster cookie – that’s two cookies turned into a frosting sandwich and rolled in sprinkles.
So that wasn’t a great idea. The cookies were good but the frosting turned out to be whipped cream frosting. I have a serious, deeply held conviction about whipped cream frosting: only if there’s no other frosting available.
It was a lot.
So I decided to share.
It was a lot. Oliver walked away, leaving plenty for his brother.
It turns out that Obi also has a deeply held conviction about whipped cream frosting.