Imagine a sunny and unbelievably warm Saturday afternoon. Imagine the one thing that'll make it better.
That's right. HOMEMADE CUPCAKES.
Brandi, I officially made the cupcakes and I officially apologize for how delayed this baking experience has been. In the end, it was totally worth it.
Please tell me that I'm not the only one who thought of Ms. Frizzle and the Magic School Bus when I saw this....
But did they turn out well?! Dun dun dunnnnn...
Jay kay, they actually did. I got this recipe for dark chocolate cupcakes (with Nutella frosting) awhile ago from Brandi from Not Your Average Ordinary, who is quite the foodie. This was very sweet of her; but you should know some context.
The last time I baked anything legitimate, it was for a high school French class where we had to bring in some food representing a region of France. I ambitiously and foolishly endeavored to bake le gâteau breton instead of making a salad like everyone else did. I swear on Gerard Depardieu's nose I followed those instructions as closely as I could. But I must have messed up somewhere, because that cake ended up being drier than the Sahara desert on an arid day. At least I didn't get points off due to effort.
But this past weekend, with a little (lot) help from my friends, the cupcakes came out beautifully.
No sorry, doggy. You can't haz any rich chocolate cupcakes or lolcat grammarz.
We aren't experts at frosting, as can be seen. We ended up having so much of it left over that the boys used that as an excuse to make more baked goods so to (quite literally) spread the Nutella-cream love.
omnomnomnomnomNOM. The cupcakes were so ridiculously decadent and rich and chocolatey that I thought I was going to blissfully die of sweetness overdose eating one or two or five.
The mooch who didn't help (and instead did homework) thoroughly enjoyed our hard work.
It was probably the combination of the lovely weather, lovely baking and lovely Pushing Daisies that influenced my outfit for the day. I both loved it and thought, "oh God, I look like the stereotypical 50s housewife." I mean-- skirted dress, red lipstick, heels and baked goods? I think the first graphic of this post sums up how I felt about this. :)
Dress- Beacon's Closet @ Williamsburg aka Hipsterville :: Shoes- Jessica Simpson :: Lipstick- Revlon Matte #007 "In the Red"
Can you spy with your little eye which one is the demented housewife?
Can you tell I have a wild crush on these shoes?