When Stomper started public school I was devastated to find that our school didn't allow parents to bring homemade treats for birthdays. I understand the logic (no arsenic additives, please!) but I had always had this image in my head of the perfect platter of cupcakes complete with decadent heaps chocolate frosting. And sprinkles. And I wasn't allowed to do it. Instead I had to find some store bought thing; Stomper still wanted cupcakes so I'd end up with $15 of Hostess KupKakes (I spell it that way in utter mockery because I think it's a travesty for those things to be compared to real cupcakes, my apologies to Hostess and its fans.) And I just wasn't happy. What made it worse was that in his first year of preschool I was allowed the homemade treats and Stomper saw in the store a box of that red velvet cake mix and got very excited, so I made those. And they were sick.
Imagine my delight this year when his teacher, who I am growing very attached to, said that homemade treats were allowed after all. I think she figured that making stuff homemade just had to be better for the kids than store-bought. So finally finally I got to make real cupcakes. The good kind. I'll admit that there have been occasions when I have had to stay up very late whipping together some crazy thing for the kids and I get grumpy about it, shame on me. But I was feeling nothing but blissful satisfaction when I made these beauties. It was so fun. And I felt like such a good mommy. And they were so delicious.
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Oooohhh . . . I can almost taste it through the screen!
Hmmm . . . chocolate . . . .
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