As the resident cake maker, I had to make my cake before I could have my cake and eat it too. But Josh was an excellent sous chef (is it a sous chef if you’re baking?) and dish washer. We froze a few of the 40-some-odd cupcakes because the twins are trying chocolate for the first time later this week and they asked for a chocolate cake (we’re going to eat chocolate at least twice before their birthday party just because it would really suck to have an allergic reaction right after blowing out your birthday candles).
We frosted them with chocolate or vanilla icing. And left all of them undecorated. Why? Because a decorated cupcake is a finished product. There’s no room to grow. And my blog? It’s still a work in progress. It’s not yet ready for an icing rose to finish off the top.
We brought the cupcakes downtown to Josh’s office and fed them to his coworkers who unknowingly helped me celebrate a year of blogging.