I have a little contest going on with my pal
Michelle. And you my dear readers (and hers too I'm assuming) are going to be deciding the outcome. Here's the wager: it's a BAKE-OFF. That's right. I have found a way to incorporate food into every part of my life INCLUDING my competitive streak.
Michelle and I were both very, very sad to see Valentine's leave with all it's pink and red glory and we were trying to decide what holiday we could celebrate next so we could bake more cute things. Michelle in all her smartness came up with Mardi Gras! It's a Mardi Gras Smackdown! A Fat Tuesday brawl! And it won't be easy. Michelle is a baker from way back when and I'm a novice. But I'll give her a run for her money.
We are both supposed to make the cutest, yummiest looking dessert by Tuesday and then we will post the photos (without names! I don't want any of Michelle's friends coming over here and voting for her's to make me lose! what paranoia?) and you my dear readers, will vote. All 12 of you. AND YOU LURKERS TOO. That's right Natausha and Aunt Carlene. I'm calling you out.
So be prepared to salivate and vote FOR ME. I mean, vote for the one you think looks the best. Which is mine. Bring it on Michelle. You're going down sista!
P.S. The prize is the title of BEST BAKER IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD. But that's only if I win. (No, I am not competitive at all. Why do you ask?)
