I’ve suddenly found myself seized by the urge to make cupcakes. For the record, I have never, ever wanted to make cupcakes.
I blame my sister in law for this weirdness. She is is clearly winning the domestic goddess award in our family. Not only is she having our first grandchild/niece, but she and my brother just redid their bathroom, they’re building a firepit in their backyard, and they are nearly done with the nursery with 2.5 months left. And she made totally yummy cupcakes (I had one, that’s how I know) AND she froze them. Who knew you could freeze cupcakes? I sure didn’t.
As for me, well, the broom that I swept cobwebs with a week ago has yet to be put back in it’s proper place, if you get my drift. I can’t make cupcakes, because I don’t have any fixings for cupcakes in my house. This reminds me of a funny exchange with a pal recently:
Me: So I got all excited to bake biscuits from my new recipe box the other night. The recipe was super simple, just 4 ingredients and I was sure I had all 4 of them. And I almost did. Turns out, I’m out of flour. Seriously!!!! Who runs out of flour in her kitchen?
My friend didn’t miss a beat.
Her: A Yankee.
Touché. Touché indeed.