in the immortal words of HFM*

Smells like cupcakes. Heck, tastes like 'em, too!

A few photos before I turn in. Touring Vancouver with the parents can be fun, indeed. Careful selection

leads to happy tummies...





*Horsey Foreign Model

more shots from baking

Home from the BBQ. I've eaten far too much crap today. Before Dave comments more about wanting to wear my cupcakes, allow me to tempt you with a few more photos.

I put together some white chocolate chip-macadamia nut cookies from dough I'd pulled from the freezer last night. That was a doodle - slice, mound, bake.

The cupcakes were a little more involved. I'd made the recipe twice before - including once for a MoveOn.org bake sale that a few teammates were running on the corner of Broadway and Melrose.

Bake the cupcakes. Cool. Pipe into them a peanut butter filling.

Dip in ganache. Dip again.

Decorate with a rosette of peanut butter filling.

It took some time, but the reception to them at the BBQ was terrific.

Oh, and I must thank the not-so-N-anymoreBF for sending me the amazing gift of preserves and fresh veggies; the box they came in was ideal for transporting the cupcakes!

Cupcake (tease)

Off to the BBQ, with a bunch of these as my contribution....