I know I’m getting to be that age where birthdays shouldn’t be a huge deal. I really don’t expect the entire world to associate the numbers “11/13” with the name “Rachel” and immediately think of me. I don’t expect that everyone and their brother celebrate the entire month of November, just because a random woman who blogs about food happened to come into the world on that particular date back in 1975. That being said, last week, I will fully admit to having hurt feelings yet again this year, because it felt like no one cared at all. I know it’s babyish, but I want a little acknowledgment on my birthday. I don’t need gifts (though they are nice). I don’t need everyone to make a big deal about it. The one thing I want each year (but never seem to get) is a dinner out. On my actual birthday. Not the night before, not 2 days after. I feel stupid and shallow for that, but really. Is that too much to ask? And I know, I shouldn’t be griping. Jay did get me a gift this year, which was nice. We’ve been skimping on birthday and Christmas presents for years, because daycare for the bambino was so frakking expensive. But still. I just wanted to go out for dinner. Let someone else do the cooking and the clean-up. Instead, this year, I had 3 small brownies. Happy birthday to me indeed.
I debated on whether or not to make treats to take to work. Almost no one else bothers to bring anything on their birthdays, and in my case, I’ve got enough friends in other departments, if I’m going to bring something, I have to bring a LOT. I won’t get into my reasons why, but in the end I opted not to bother as well. I still wanted cupcakes, though, so I made Chocolate Peanut Butter Cupcakes:
After last year’s depressing birthday and cake fiasco, I learned my lesson, and didn’t bake until after my birthday. That, and I was sulking and being bratty and hating everything, so I just couldn’t muster the energy to actually get myself in the kitchen. But these were worth the wait.
I think the only problem with these cupcakes is the amount of mini Reese’s cups I consumed before decorating them!
They’re so very delicious. And I’m glad I waited on making them, because gods know, had I done these last week after all, something would’ve gone seriously wrong and I’d’ve been even more miserable than I already was! Here’s hoping next year is better.