If you've been reading this blog, you know I can take or leave (usually leave) sweets. That was... until this pregnancy. Baby must be her father's daughter because the past seven months sweets has been the hardest craving to control. Charleston had several dessert shoppes, which was good for baby and G but bad for me. I heard from several people that we could not miss out on Kaminsky's Most Excellent Café and they were obviously right because every time we passed it on Market Street the line was out the door. By the end of our first night nothing sounded better than taking their delectables to-go, and enjoying it in the comfort of our beautiful b&b.
On Saturday for G's birthday dessert I wanted to do something a little different than past years and surprised him by "stumbling" upon Cupcake while we were biking on King Street. Of course, it was totally intentional and we ordered a dozen cupcakes consisting mostly of his favorite thing in the world: chocolate. Chocolate, Smores, Vanilla, Black Bottom, and Red Velvet to name a few; I think even he got intimidated by the sugary goodness awaiting him. It sure didn't stop him from having another one as his breakfast the next morning though.
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