As You Wish: Strawberry Cupcakes

I went back to the beginning.  Vizzini told me to go back to the beginning.  So I have.  This is where I am, and this is where I will stay.  

Inigo was such a smart man. 

But I may not stay here. 

It was someone’s birthday this Saturday, so I decided to make cupcakes.  Brings me back to October, when I tricked Alayna into being my friend.  I had a few thoughts about making cupcakes and cookies and running and sleeping, but cupcakes pretty much won.  I mean, it’s tradition, right? (BUT WHYYYY?)

I had some problems. I lost count of my cups when I was doing the flour.  Made an extra six cupcakes. I don’t really know what I did. Whatever.

I had intentions of listening to Martha, but I decided against it.  I did not want to “finely chop” strawberries, so I used my Ninja (skillz). I got to use my Ninja (skillz) again when I need to puree the strawberries for the Strawberry Swiss Meringue Buttercream Frosting.  NOMNOMNOMNOM. 

My frosting wouldn’t set. Maybe because the heat wave that’s hitting the Northeast is wrecking EVERYTHING and my hair (I am very tired), but it was in the fridge for some time while I prayed it congealed.  I wanted to use a disgusting sounding word for my frosting, and I don’t want to fix it. It did not work, and I didn’t not bring the cupcakes in until the day after.  

I think they came out beautifully.  I went through 8.5 sticks of butter and three packs of strawberries.  (I threw out 3.5 sticks, though, so don’t worry about me!)

Add Chocolate and We Have a Turtle: Cashew Caramel Cookies

(Technically the title is wrong.  You need pecans for a turtle.  The Melting Poop has invaded my brain!)

There has been a lot of change in my life.  I went from cupcakes to cookies.
I quit the job that I felt crazy comfortable in.
I took a new job that will have me working at two restaurants in a new city.
I still work at the job that I've been complaining about since I got it, but I now feel more comfortable being at.
I have been too lazy to not end my sentences with prepositions.

But I made a new cookie.  My sister said, "THEY WERE TOO SWEET."  My brother-in-law ate four.  They were gone quite quickly on my last "Baked Goods Saturday" at Melting Poop.

I do hope that people in Saratoga enjoy sweets as much as they did at Melting Poop!

A Reasonable and Scary Fear Evasion: Cream-Filled Chocolate Sandwich Cookies

To whom it may concern;

I’m afraid that if I do something too much I will dislike it.  I don’t believe that I’ll ever stop loving pizza.  I don’t think that I’ll ever hate French fries.  But cupcakes?! I don’t want to lose my love for them.  So I took a break.  And I believe I will continue to take a break for a while from cupcakes.  So this week? COOKIES COOKIES COOKIES COOKIES COOKIES COOKIES COOKIES!

I’m so very picky about cookies.  I don’t like nuts in my sweets.  I don’t like having to drink something with my dessert.  I don’t like too much.  And I certainly need a good texture for it.  These cookies were wonderful for me.  AND! I tend to burn chocolate creations (because you can’t tell if they’re burnt or not… they’re ALREADY brown!), BUT I DIDN’T BURN THEM!

I did get a little bit antsy to eat them, so I ate some strawberries with the cream filling.  Don’t hate.  Delish. 

A few problems arose: I made the cookies too big and I made them too close together.  They were supposed to yield about 30, but I only made 22?  Whatevs.  The ugly ones got eaten by my co-workers and they didn’t seem to mind.  My beautiful picture is perfect cookies made without smooshing. 

They stack nicely. 

Sincerely,
I won’t ever get tired of sweets

(But these are terribly filling.)