Yeah the name of this recipe is a mouthful, which is ironic considering it will take you only two mouthfuls maximum to eat one of these mini cupcakes. I spent a lot of time tonight debating which recipe to share with you, and really nothing felt right. It felt too early to start posting the Halloween or pumpkin recipes; it felt too late to post more cornbread muffin recipes that are perfect for cookouts. I mean, technically it is Fall, but when the month of September is hotter than the month of July you have a hard time believing that the season has changed. Believe it or not, this creates some serious problems for blog post planning.
Apple Cinnamon Mini Cupcakes with Salted Caramel and Cinnamon Cream Cheese Frosting
Okay, so…how about something apple? Apples are a favorite fall fruit, but they also evoke the last few moments of summer (because you give apples to teachers when school starts). Apples are the perfect solution to my seasonal baking dilemma. Crisis averted–tastebuds happy.
When I was in elementary school, everybody brought cupcakes for the class on their birthday. I never really understood why the person whose birthday it was brought in the cupcakes; it always made more sense to me that the class should bring cupcakes for the birthday boy or girl. But what’s done is done and we all looked forward to our classmates’ birthdays because we were allowed to eat dessert in the middle of the day.
Vanilla Yogurt Covered Blueberry Scones
Now I was a weird kid. I know it, I accept it, I have recovered from it. I didn’t want to bring cupcakes! Come April all I wanted was blueberry muffins. From a box. With tons of sweet yummy streusel topping. It’s funny because now I insist on making everything–cakes, brownies, scones, muffins–from scratch. But back then, it was all about those boxed blueberry muffins with a sugar topping. Forget birthday cake, bring me on some muffins!
I was traumatized by two giant crows the other day.
Two giant black crows (do crows come in any other color?) were sitting on my windshield wipers when I came out of physical therapy. I had no idea what to do and the creatures were huge. If I threw a show at them or tried to swipe them away they might have attacked me. A coven of crows came after me in seventh grade so I know they do it and I know its scary as f***. I slid, shaking like a leaf, into my driver’s seat as the crows just watched me with their big orb eyes. I don’t think I could’ve gotten in if it had been my driver’s side they were creeping on.