Gigi’s Cupcakes

Oh, my gosh, you guys. Tonight, I ate a cupcake as big as my face. I am not even kidding. At one point, I had a fist full of frosting, and I was just so freaking happy about it.

Gigi’s Cupcakes. Have you experienced the wonderfulness? Because you need to. Right now.

Ok. Maybe not right now. Because it’s 9 pm and I’m pretty sure they are closed. But tomorrow you should be waiting outside when they open.

My birthday is tomorrow and my mother in law brought over a box of Gigi’s for dessert. She had a hot fudge sundae cupcake, Mr. M had pumpkin pie, and my amazingness was salted caramel. Based on their yums and oooos, I’m guessing they enjoyed theirs. But I’m not kidding, I dove face first into mine. The cake part was chocolate, with oozing caramel in the center, oozing. Then there were TWO layers of caramel frosting–a butter cream, and then a sticky kind of caramel goo on top. Then, of course, some salt sprinkled on top for effect. Please go eat this now. I mean, tomorrow.

I’ve had Gigi’s before, when Mama M brought them to my rehearsal dinner. That night I had a coconut cupcake and while I was stuffed from the Famous Dave’s BBQ dinner that had proceeded it, and full of wedding day jitters,  I remember it being just as amazingly delicious.

Alright, time for a sugar crash.

Mrs. M