Baking

You might have heard that Taylor and I are getting married this June. You probably saw that he proposed to me entirely in cupcakes. And you've likely read that I'm crazy enough to try to bake my own cupcake wedding cake. No bakery, no professional cake decorator - just me (and maybe a few helpers), a whole lot of sugar, and a single oven. Certifiably insane. But what you don't know is that I'll be doing all this at 7,346 feet above sea level. And that folks, makes baking cupcakes kind of tricky. Nashville, where we're living now and have been baking all of our testing cupcakes, sits at a comfortable 600 feet. That's nearly a mile and half of sheer height between here and there. Oh boy. What I find almost humorous is that typically, high altitude directions (on that box mix of devils' food cake, for example), come into play at a whopping 3,500 feet. See, to me, growing up in the mountains of Colorado, 3,500 feet is practically sea level. Wimps. This past week we spent visiting Taylor's

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