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History of Cupcakes Through my own, bumbling efforts, I’d transported myself into a weird little corner of my childhood. It felt like a strange benediction, somehow, at the close of this nightmare year, to stumble, accidentally, into something halfway like our better, distant past. I shoved the cake into the furthest corner of the fridge, and my memory, and soldiered on.
I’d transported myself into a weird little corner of my childhood. It felt like a strange benediction, somehow, to stumble, accidentally, into something halfway like our better, distant past.
