Word has begun to spread that I enjoy all things cupcakes. A woman at work who is a friend of a friend asked me to make her son’s rehearsal dinner cupcakes. She had two requirements: (1) a bride and groom, (2) bridesmaids and groomsmen whatever I thought would look nice. We decided to go with the bridal party flowers: hydrangeas and white roses. I’ll save the verbal drama and share the goods:
My friend Sarah came up to help me – I couldn’t have done it all without her, especially with my outrageous OCD. Here she is hard at work on the tuxedo.
After all of our hard work Friday night, you’d think I would have fulfilled my baking needs for the weekend. But then it was Father’s Day Sunday morning and I woke up, went for a run, and realized I had a pint of strawberries that were slightly beyond their ripest. They were just begging for a cupcake. So fluffy strawberry shortcake cupcakes it was!
Suffice it to say, there will be no cupcakes baked this weekend, only those that are to be consumed.