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Sunday.
Bored. Stuck inside. Unable to shop due to a rapidly dwindling bank account. I decided to bake. I will be the defender of many things/choices in my life but I will admit my cooking is fair game.
I attempted to make Cherry Chip cupcakes. My favorite - I just scored three cake mix boxes of (see my old post that fans the affection that is between myself and Cherry Chip cake mix)- that I decided I was worthy of indulging today.
Go ahead mock as I should have a featured spot on Cakewrecks. I have no idea what happened (minus the fact I filled the extra large cupcake pan with oodles of sugary mix goodness in hopes to count one gigangic ccake as "one" for my uh diet)

First, I heard the bell BING and walked into the kitchen to these oven patrol guards:



After squeezing by them I retrived my loot from the oven. Something strange had happened.


Hmmm. We need a closer look I think.


Now if Freud were to examin these what would he say?