There is a certain point in the long and dreary Midwestern winter when you are left with no choice but to give up.
Despite your best efforts, it will eventually drive you to your knees, where you will be forced to dig for the car keys you dropped into 19 inches of snowfall in subzero temperatures.
When that happens, it won't really matter that you are wearing new boots or that underneath the clothes that are underneath your clothes, your underwear is the color of the tropics.
But why should you have to suffer when there are cupcakes? There are almost always cupcakes around here. I am starting to think of them as food.
From the cupcake archives: Like Buttah