Two years ago for Christmas, I noticed a trend in the gifts I received. I got two muffin tins, a cupcake cookbook and a muffin cookbook, a spatula, and mixing bowls. They were all from different people. They’d apparently all noticed I really liked cupcakes and baked goods made in muffin tins.
When I lived in California, there was a cupcake bakery within walking distance of the house that made outrageously yummy monster cupcakes. This was both good and bad. Good because I love cupcakes. Bad because, well…I love cupcakes. And the love doesn’t really go both ways…cupcakes don’t really love me. I must have put on 10 pounds and developed a legitimate muffin top during that time in LA. I remember one night in particular when the only thing I had for dinner was one very large cupcake.
Alas, even though I have moved away from that delectable shop, my love for cupcakes continues. So last night at 9 o’clock, my sweet tooth won out over my rational mind. I went on a search for sugar. I’d forgotten I had stashed an organic vanilla cake mix in the cupboard for emergencies (and a raging sweet tooth counts) and was ecstatic when I realized it was there. After the cupcakes were done, I topped them with a delicious frosting my aunt Jeanne had just found and used (she has a blog, too, called The Yogini Cowgirl…check it out!).
Then I ate two before bed.