Ah, the raspberry, berry of the rose. At least of the same genus.
Well, here’s a plus, Frank picked all of the thorns off by hand! So when we say this muffin is made with his blood, sweat, and tears. . . were exaggerating because that would be against health code: and also because only a fool would pick thorns in such a way and Frank’s no fool. To the contrary he’s produced here an effigy of genius (not to be confused with genus) with this exquisitely contrived muffin masterwork.
Here’s to the freshest of love berries in the finest of muffins. Cupid eat your heart out.
