The night before my birthday I was exiled to my bedroom while Husband, Daughter and Son worked hard in the kitchen making cupcakes. Little did I know, they were making Chocolate Cheesecake Cupcakes with Ganache Frosting. (um, I just went up a dress size TYPING the name)
I never got caught up in the cupcake frenzy of late. I don't watch cupcake television shows. I don't go to cupcake bakeries and indulge in whatever the newest flavor is. I just don't. I'm not a big fan of desserts as a general rule so Husband always has to give a little more effort than I would assume he'd have to if married to a dessert lover.
This year he hit the jackpot and unless he's making a cheesecake, I want him to make these cupcakes for every birthday I have until I'm dead. Seriously, click the recipe. Make these cupcakes. Fall in love too. They are incredible.
So anyway, I knew they were making a birthday dessert and it was a surprise, but that's all I knew. Except what I could get Son to tell me when he'd come in to see every once in awhile. And I'd stand in the doorway of the kitchen and say things like, "What is going on in this room?" and "What smells so good in here."
Daughter was such a champ. She'd quickly shoo me away and tell me to go back to my room and read a book or take a rest. It was pretty stinking cute. She was a good surprise keeper and did her best to act like there was no reason in particular that she and her brother were wearing their aprons and huddled in the kitchen with Husband for over 2 hours.
Soon it was time to sing and blow out the candles. and taste. WOW. Taste. Fantastic.
|After eating our cupcake. Don't be fooled, Daughter was just as messy as Son, but she washed her mouth and hands before the picture.|
|She's so silly|