Ever thought you could work at Magnolia Bakery?
Personally, I’ve always envisioned myself sitting outside the bench on Bleecker Street, sharing a cupcake with my best friend Miranda Hobbes, but alas, I have no red-headed lawyer friends and my only pair of Manolo Blahniks (bought on consignment, I have a realistic writer’s salary) were stolen.
On a sunny spring afternoon, without any friends nearby at all, I headed to Magnolia Bakery to learn their frosting secrets.
