It all happened one humid afternoon here in Atlanta, GA...I was venting to some friends about an argument between my boyfriend and I. Saddened by our morning disagreement that permeated its way into my entire day, I knew there was only one thing that could cheer me up. Cupcakes!
Born and raised in Northwest DC, I was loyal to our infamous Georgetown Cupcake. I thought this would be the only cupcake joint that could own my heart. Their cupcakes literally just melt in your mouth, making the hour long wait in line for them all the more worthwhile. Until...
I crossed paths with CamiCakes.
My friend suggested that I take a trip up Peachtree Street for a Cupcake fix. Since I had forgotten how to smile that afternoon, and he couldn't remind me of how smiling works---cupcakes was his final resolution. He's a genius right?
So I scurried to my car, revved up my V8 Thunderbird engine and flew up Peachtree Street. Lo and behold, there she was; her rich brown and opaque pink colors twinkled in my eyes. Her smell seeped into my nostrals releasing the dopamine I neglected for so long. I felt a high coming.
Before I knew it, I was sinking my teeth
into a delectable lemon drop. Lemon cake is my absolute favorite! It's complex sweet and sour mixture. Sort of like me. 
Anywho, try CamiCakes (Atlanta). Yum.
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