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My carrot cake is slap yo momma good. I wanted to find some little decorative carrots to put on the top. Bummer. I didn't. But I found some little apples. I figure it's close enough.
P.S. I make my cake from scratch. As in I shred my own carrots even.
Ummmm......no.
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LawyerLady
I can explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.
My carrot cake is slap yo momma good. I wanted to find some little decorative carrots to put on the top. Bummer. I didn't. But I found some little apples. I figure it's close enough.
P.S. I make my cake from scratch. As in I shred my own carrots even.
Ummmm......no.
It was all I could do in a pinch. It was either apples or bubble gum machines.
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