“I love those cupcakes,” says my son. “I hate them,” says my daughter.
I think these cupcakes looked soooo pretty. Like, classy pretty. Like, expensive. Premium chocolate pulsed in the food processor with pecans (not sure how premium they were…I got them at Sam’s Club). Frosting very very very good (how very!). Three sticks of butter and one block of neufchatel to keep things low fat 😉
Despite the smiles and the above quote by my son, my biggest admirer (kiss off, Freud), these cupcakes were big losers. Dry. Crumbly. Bad taste. That was a little sad for me. But only a little. They’re just cupcakes, after all.
Letting the days go by…