New Discovery!

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Discovered a new gluten free treasure today! Babycakes NYC in downtown LA makes vegan gluten-free cookies (and other pastries) that are to die for! I have had the biggest cravings for things like flour tortillas and doughnuts lately, and this took care of them all! The cookies were chewy and chocolately and everything that a chocolate chip cookie should be! I highly recommend them!

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