Life happens. You know how it is; you try to establish routines, traditions and sacred time together and, inevitably, obligations and other stuff takes over. Such has been the case with Cupcake Sundays. Birthday parties, holidays and trips to see grandparents all trumped our favorite weekend activity for the past few weeks.
But not yesterday. Yesterday, Miss Erin was raring to go and had FOUR–count them, FOUR–recipes picked out. I calmly talked her down to two. And as we worked our way through Hot Fudge Sundae Cupcakes and Peanut Butter Chocolate Twist Cupcakes, I listened to her chatter about her plans for the future. And let me tell you, she has it all figured out. She's going to get a job at a "cupcake restaurant", work her way up the ropes, and then, right when it's about to close down, buy it and rename it "Erin's Little Cake Shop." Once she's perfected her recipes, she's going to compete on Cupcake Wars, and win, of course, because "I'm pretty awesome at baking". I guess that she'll ride that wave for awhile, because there seems to be a gap in the plan until she's become such an expert that she sells her shop and becomes a judge on Cupcake Wars.
I was really impressed with her planning. Adam is good with math, she said, so he can make sure we make money. Nicholas needs to be in sales and would be perfect as a cashier, she says. And I can be her partner. Or her assistant. That part changes from moment to moment. What I hope never changes is how much she loves our time in the kitchen. "Baking cupcakes with you is my life, mom. And not because they're full of sugar!".
As long as she thinks that, I really don't care what my title is
For the record, the Hot Fudge Sundae cupcakes were yummy. The Peanut Butter Chocolate Twirl…..not so much. I guess we'd better pull out those other two flavors that we put on standby.