Dear Buttercream Frosting,
I didn’t believe in you; the non-vegan, fattening ingredients that composed the bane of your existence. Yet you whipped up so nicely, so easily that you almost converted me back into the meat-loving, dairy hoarding person I was a year and a half ago.
Your fluffy, marshmallow self was sure a cute and delicious addition to the yogurt cake.
But no. I may look but I don’t touch…nor lick.
That’s what omnivorous younger sisters are for.
Serving size: 4
3/4 cup confectionary sugar
2 tablespoons softened butter
splash of milk
sprinkle of salt
Use a egg beater and those arm muscles to whip the ingredients until it resembles frosting.
You probably saved my life when it comes to getting enough protein in my diet. I suddenly couldn’t remember how life was before you.
I made you by hand from whole wheat flour and didn’t cheat by using vital wheat gluten. You came out looking like poop but you tasted chewy, like soybean curd.
I like you.
Looks aren’t everything.
Life isn’t black and white.