I did some baking for the bambino’s school. Twice a year, during parent-teacher conferences, the PTA asks for parents to make or bring things for the teachers’ meals. I always make cupcakes of some kind. This time around, I made more Custard Tart Cupcakes, as well as these Brown Sugar Cupcakes with Bourbon Salted Caramel Frosting.
This is what I had envisioned the last time I made brown sugar cupcakes.
Warmly sweet cupcakes topped with rich salted caramel and a hint of bourbon.
I would like to think the teachers appreciate this sort of thing. I certainly would love it if someone baked fun, boozy treats for me!
Of course, the fact that my birthday is coming up in a couple weeks has me thinking about treats. I feel like I should be planning some huge send-off for the first half of my life, or be planning some fun adventure to celebrate my ascent (descent?) into middle age. Part of me just doesn’t care, but at the same time, I feel like I should do something fun. My last few birthdays have been lackluster to say the least. And this year, it’s on Friday the 13th. Though I seem to recall I said I wasn’t going to bother celebrating birthdays after I hit 35. So we’ll see. I’ll likely settle for food shopping and eating my way through Sioux Falls the day after. Of course, I could go full-on narcissistic brat and celebrate a full week of my birthday, because it’s the most important holiday of the year (and yes, just in case you can’t tell, I’m being sarcastic).
But before I can even really think about my birthday, I need to get through my cooking class first! For someone who doesn’t enjoy public speaking WHATSOEVER, I have no idea why I agreed to this. Oh, wait, I do know. My desire for kitchen gadgets outweighs my fear. At least I hope so! Any of my readers who’ve done something similar–Got any advice? I suck at making small talk, and I’m one of those derps who giggles stupidly when I’m nervous. Wish me luck that I don’t make a complete arse of myself or chop off a finger!