May. 26, 2022

The Cupcakes

My granddaughter was visiting one afternoon and we decided to bake some cupcakes. I later told someone that we started out baking like Rachel Ray and ended up looking like we were Martha Stewart baking from her jail cell, and here’s why:

As you can see from the photo that while I was collecting ingredients, she had collected a few of her own, including bottles of Lipton Tea, her “own paper with recipe directions,” and two cans of frosting that are sitting on the island. She deemed them necessary.

I had to leave the area for 2 seconds to answer the phone – that was not a good idea. In hind-sight, I should have had her come with me.

I came back to find her with a fork in her hand “stirring the flour.” Needless to say, flour was everywhere – ev-eree-where!

I stated the obvious to her and said, “You have flour everywhere.”

With her sweetest Angel Pie smile, she said, “It was an acci-dent, Momo.”

All was forgiven.

I cleaned up while the cupcakes baked and then when it was time to frost them, she insisted on trying our creation to be sure they were good enough to share with others. I could not resist snapping a picture of that sweet chocolate covered Angel Pie smile, either.