The Undomestic Goddess bakes...

...sort of. So some of my oldest friends and I decided to get together for baking night. The conversation was wonderful, and the baking...well, not so much. Gena's famous "no-fail no-bakes" became "fail-fail no-bakes" but hey, the third time was finally the charm. And my carrot cake cupcakes (i say my like I had actually made them before). Well, let's just say they tasted fine even though they happened to look eerily similar to the vomit that Mia spewed all over my pillow a couple of weeks ago.

However, reminiscing about days living in the Kolping Haus in Vienna together, a very crazy night in Prague, and the long and winding road that our lives have taken us since that glorious semester in '98 was worth an entire batch of vomit muffins and no-bakes so hard you could brake a window with them. And I'm still gagging them down as I type this...