If your Valentine’s Day plans include sweet treats in any form, these cookies need to happen in your life. Like, right now. This very second. Because never have I ever found a more perfect frosted sugar cookie in the history of sugar cookies.
I kid you not.
These cookies are EVERYTHING. Light. Incredibly soft. Like you’re eating a pillow on top of a cloud soft. Just the perfect amount of sweet. So cake-y that it’s hardly fair to even call them cookies. And topped with the most perfect buttercream frosting that will make you wish you could take back every other sugar cookie you’ve ever eaten and replace it with these.
Big claims, I know.
They’re also stinking adorable. I mean, just look at those sweet hearts with the pink and red sprinkles. Swoon.
You should make these today for all of the people you love. Your significant other. Your best girlfriends. Your kiddos. Your neighbors. Your barista. Your mailman. Because nothing says “I love you” like the most perfect cookies you’ve ever tasted.
Happy Valentines Day! With love, N.
In case you missed it, it’s my birthday week! (or is it birthweek? Is that a word?)
So long, 27. We had some good times, didn’t we?
And hello, 28.
There’s nothing particularly special about 28, really. It’s not like 21, where you become a card-carrying, bona fide adult. Or 25, where you celebrate being alive for a whole quarter of a century. I mean, that’s kind of a big deal. Or 30. I’ve been told 30 is big. I’ll let you know how I feel about that one in a few years. Or 50 or 100 or any of those really monumental birthdays.
It’s just 28. Just another year.
And yet, I believe there’s always something special about a birthday.
It’s a celebration. It’s a tangible milestone in this adventure we call life. It’s a chance for reflection and goal-setting and maybe even a little bit of dreaming. It’s an opportunity to look at your life, figure out exactly where you are right now, and do a little thinking about where you’d like to be in the next year.
And so, because it’s just what I do, I give you a few random thoughts and lessons from this brand new 28-year-old.
We’re in blizzard territory, guys. Like, for real.
In fact, we’re apparently on the brink of one of the worst blizzards in NYC history. Word on the street.
All of my friends and family who are fortunate enough to live in places where snow is nothing more than a dirty word have checked in to make sure we’ve stocked up on milk, bread, water, batteries, and flashlights.
And all of my New Yorker friends are like “but did you get all of the wine?”
So instead of standing on line (side note: New Yorkers say “on line” instead of “in line.” I’m still getting used to this. The Midwesterner in me just can’t wrap her head around it.) for hours at Union Market to buy a gallon of $9 organic, locally-sourced milk, I think I’ll just bake some cupcakes.
More specifically, these ridiculously gorgeous (not to mention ahh-mazingly delicious) red velvet cupcakes. Because what goes better with wine than cupcakes?