Welcome to Sunday…..Cupcake Sunday. I have to confess that I'm feeling a bit badly blogging about something silly like cupcakes when neighbors just a short drive from me are dealing with the devastation of deadly tornados and weather. I can't imagine the fear and sorrow happening in Joplin, MO and Reading, KS after these storms ripped so many worlds apart, and I'm eternally grateful that even though we spent a little time in the basement last night that the biggest gripe we have was losing a little sleep. Yet another reminder that despite all the woes I complain (or think) about on a daily basis we are, truly, blessed.
So I almost was drawn into just watching the news reports all day…..almost. I refrained. Not because I don't care, but because I wanted the kids to understand that while the horror is real, and our prayers are important, that life doesn't stop. Sitting on our couch and getting sucked in doesn't do any good; I learned that after 9/11, when my (now ex) husband had to literally turn the TV off and force me to take a shower. I wasn't helping anyone. I wouldn't be helping my kids today if I just sat and watched. So instead, we did what we normally do. And on Sundays, that means we baked cupcakes.
Erin's method to her madness is becoming ever more evident with each week's choice. Up today was the Blueberry Muffin Cupcake recipe. You might remember her observation last week, that the Cinnamon Roll Cupcakes would make a tasty addition to breakfast; I'm pretty sure she chose this week's recipe just so she could use the same argument. I can't fault her for her creative thinking, even if it is self-serving. She may be 7, but she goes after what she wants. I'm a proud mom
As we mixed and 'assembled' the cupcakes, we talked about how we didn't think they were going to turn out well. I used frozen berries rather than fresh, and there seemed to be far too much butter between the batter and the struesel. And layering the cupcakes (batter, then blueberries, then struesel) didn't seem to make much sense. I explained to Erin the meaning of the word skeptical as slid both tins into the oven and she set the timer.
By the time they came out we had the vanilla icing ready and she drizzled them as best she could. After a bath to get ready for bed, we sampled them. She immediately declared 'man, these are tasty!'; but after a few bites said 'this is tasting a bit different than our usual cupcakes. Why is the texture different?' (Yes, my 7 year old was discussing the texture of a cupcake). I explained how the cornmeal in the recipe changes the mouthfeel of the finished product, and we debated the pros and cons of the outcome. She's reserving judgement until tomorrow, when she can try another one. She did say, however, that they look 'like something from the store', which in her language is a plus that translates to something similar to 'these are fancy enough to serve company.' She then said 'I just don't know how we do it. Must be because we're a team' and suddenly I didn't care about texture or icing or anything else. I was just beyond grateful for her and her innocent, happy, shiny outlook on life.
So, another Sunday down, another recipe recorded. Ms. Erin and I were discussing summer plans earlier this morning, and she has the brilliant idea to create a 'Cupcake Cookbook'. I didn't have the heart to tell her that if we're using other people's recipes that it's not really "our cookbook" but I think I'll just go with the flow. Who knows what it might become; I'm hoping, above all else, it will be something that she holds on to and passes on to her own daughter some day. How special would that be?