My Sweet Friend...

I spent the day with my friend Rosie yesterday.  Rosie owns the best bakery in Vancouver named Butter.
What have I learnt from Rosie since she opened the bakery?  Well, aside from all the fabulous help with my Missing Goat products, I have learnt, that really good things come in green boxes.

Rosie is now making cake bombs. 
Little bundles of joy wrapped in chocolate. 
Two biters if you are amongst society, one if you are alone in your car.
This is not just crumbled cake guished into a ball (which to be honest, is far too man handled for my liking)  This is more. heavenly.

My girl was overjoyed by them.  But,
when I told her she had to wait till I was done taking pictures, her face went from this.. this.

Can there be a flaw? 
Can there be a negative comment about these bombs?

But it's not Butter or the bombs flaw.
It's mine.

I am weak. 
I ate three of them, along with 8, maybe 9, (I lost track) rum balls she also gave me.

I noticed my girls broken ballerina, and wondered how many rum balls she'd eaten.

By the way Rosie, you get the big seal of approval from Midge.
Nothing left but the crumb on her lip.
We will no longer be getting cupcakes when we come, we'll be getting bombs.
Can't wait for your new blog to start!