This is only my second visit, but I bee-lined straight for the back wall to re-visit the lovely ladies I met the first time, who wait patiently to perch atop a field of matrimonial frosting. How cute are they?
I don't know how many wedding cakes require mini-bouffant Barbies in apricot gowns with ivory fur shawls and opera gloves, but it's apparently enough to fill an entire Tupperware bin.

Over on the right wall, there is a food coloring assortment that when perused, rivals the elementary-school joy of opening a brand-new box of Crayola 64's. (I chose a lovely Forest Green for making more popcorn trees.)
But perhaps my favorite product discovery in my journey toward ginger-wisdom, is fondant. But not just any fondant, only this particular package of natural skin-tone fondant:
This product exists solely for making little sugar people. Doesn't knowing that just make you feel fizzy inside? Thank you to my beautimous friend (and bad-ass chef) Michael for introducing me to such awesomeness!
I left West 22nd Street with a bag full of goodies and a smile on my natural-pink-colored face!
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