3 posts tagged “cupcakes”
It's baby season at my office, and procreation is catching like the common cold. As such, we're having a baby shower for two parents-to-be on my team this afternoon. Recognizing a great opportunity, I stayed up all hours of the night making cute little baby shower cupcakes.
Move over Sibby, cause here comes Elaina! (*)
*bwoof*
I have a little bit of, shall we say, a weakness for cupcakes. It's a cake... in a cup! What's not to love?
Several months ago, one of our gloriously wonderful office admins ordered us the cutest cupcakes in all existence: mini cupcakes from Sibby's Cupcakery in San Mateo. I'm sorry if you think that you or someone you know bakes the cutest cupcakes, but it just isn't so. Sibby does. She puts love and smiles and happiness in each and every one. (Note that she is not to be confused with the much-hated Sibbie of Strong Bad infamy).
Richard and I decided that we are going to have a few tiers of Sibby's mini cupcakes in lieu of a wedding cake. Who needs a wedding cake, anyway? They're big and expensive, you have to cut them yourself, and you can only have as many flavors as you have tiers. What kind of limited, archaic dessert-thinking is that?
Anyhoo... Asinia, bringer of meeting-time magic and joy, ordered 6 dozen mini cupcakes for an in-office working lunch. In the name of wedding research, Chelsea and I selflessly sampled five flavors -- mmm good mocha (chocolate), butter cup (vanilla), coconut snowball, carrot cinnamon, and lemon drop. We're not gluttonous or anything... we just wanted to be informed buyers. Very, very informed.
"Look who thinks [s]he's Clever Dan."
Well... I now feel very informed. And very sick. Oh so very sick.
Tomorrow we have the kiddie costume parade at work, and I volunteered to make some sweet cuppin' cakes for the after-party we're throwing for little monsters.
It has nothing to do with licking the bowl. Honest.
To that end, I always end up with 21 cupcakes instead of 24. I usually have 19 cupcakes that are slightly too big, 2 that are positively gargantuan, and 1 cupcake's worth of batter that goes straight into my belly never makes it into the pan.
Despite my complete lack of talent when it comes to cake-decorating, I bought some colored icing in the hopes of drawing little pumpkins on the cupcakes. What can I say? I dream big.
I enlisted the help of my fiancé, at which point the activity took off in a decidedly masculine direction. Now, in addition to pumpkins we have:
- snakes
- battle axes
- pentagrams
- skulls and crossbones
I had to reject his suggestions for:
- ninjas
- shurikun
- snipers
Admittedly it was more fun than I would have had on my own, even though my cute pumpkin cupcake dreams were shattered.
Just for fun, here is the original sweet cuppin' cakes blog entry from a different (and altogether crappy) blog site:
*Moans*...Sweeeeet Cuppin' Caaaaaaaaaakes
I got back from my hair cut, fired up the old mail client, and was greeted by the following email:
To: food@xxxxxx.com (yes, we have a food mailing list at work)
From: Marci
Subject: Cupcakes in the Kitchen
My nostrils flared, my little ears perked up, and my already-full belly bubbled expectantly. Sweet cuppin' cakes?!
They were as beautiful as any cupcakes I'd ever seen: chocolate, double-cupped, piled high with swirly buttercream frosting and little chocolate shavings. So good. So good.
I ate the whole thing in less than a minute, barely pausing long enough to wipe the incriminating frosting off the corners of my mouth between bites. So good. So good.
And now... minutes later... I feel so sick. So sick.
Curse those sweet cuppin' cakes and the magic that they makes.
P.S. For those who wonder where "Sweet Cuppin' Cakes" comes from, check out Strong Bad Email #72.
