Once upon a time I loved baking cupcakes. Every Monday Itried a new recipe and dove in wholeheartedly. The mess may have lingered in mykitchen for a day or two, driving Jake nuts, but for the most part I was happyto try things out and share them with the masses. But you know what? Most recipes were gross. I’ve found only one chocolate cake recipe I like and afrosting recipe that works.
Nowadays the idea of whipping up a batch of cupcakes brings the reality of dishesthat don’t fit in the dishwasher, trips to the store to buy ingredients and ahot kitchen.
And then thefrosting. THE FROSTING. I hate hate hate cleaning up the mess after frostingcupcakes. A mixer bowl covered in slimy goo, a tip in the bottom of a bag thatyou have to stick your finger in to clean. This is the mess that sits in the kitchen for days until Jake breaks down and cleans it for me.
{Oh, by the way I discovered a great tip cleaning tip. Anipple brush. This will get it’s own post in due time.}
So I did the unthinkable. I pawned off the cupcakes to my brother in law's girlfriend.
When I announced this toJake his response was a deep look of concern followed by, “Are you alright?”
When I announced this toJake his response was a deep look of concern followed by, “Are you alright?”
To which I responded with a watered down version of the aboverant.
I’ve jumped off the cupcake train and I know it’ll always bethere waiting for me. I will remember it with fondness and maybe someday I will break out the cupcake tins and wow the Mommies of baby G's friends. But for now, I'm perfectly fine with not having to deal with them.
I’ve jumped off the cupcake train and I know it’ll always bethere waiting for me. I will remember it with fondness and maybe someday I will break out the cupcake tins and wow the Mommies of baby G's friends. But for now, I'm perfectly fine with not having to deal with them.
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