Sugar Laced with Drugs. Or Nutmeg.

I will tell you this:

Martha Stewart is a tease.
She releases these cupcake liners as part of her craft line:


They are wonderful and adorable and I love them.

But she releases no mini cupcake liners?
What the fuck am I supposed to do with these?!:

I guess I'll bake with them. But I will not be happy about it. I will instead blog about how unhappy I am about it. The I will recount the blogging in the the blog. UGH. So much bloooooooooog.


Here is a still life for you:

I shall title it: I have to go watch Top Chef at Melanie's house and didn't get the majority of my baking done (Fuck!). So I shall precariously balance a baking pan with two biscotti loaves covered in parchment paper atop my 5 lb tub of chunky no salt added peanut butter. And I shall balance a bowl of unbaked muffin batter atop carrots and celery. And I shall run out the door, diet coke in hand, and drive towards the Bravo reality show I watch only because Project Runway isn't on.

That title is too long but entirely accurate.



Now, I would like to introduce you to my trusty cake tester:

I wonder if that's what Martha uses?


Ooof. Look at those blueberries. I will admit to eating one of the mini muffins this evening. For the good of the people. And my stomach. Blueberries are as good in muffins and scones and pancakes as they are person. DELICIOUS. This is true for all berries except blackberries. Blackberries are fucking tasty in baked goods but even better outside of them. When blackberries get baked they just get lazy and everything makes them laugh and then, suddenly, your snacks have been devoured and there are crumbs all over your bean bag chair. OR they lose a little of their delicious tartness that I love so dearly.


Oh! By the way, these muffins are not laced with drugs. I sprinkled a little sugar & nutmeg on top of them before baking. At least, that's what I'll tell the cops.

Leapophile.

No, your eyes do not deceive you. Those are indeed SUPERMAN CUPCAKES.

Leap Day was Superman's earth birthday. Antonio Sabato Jr, Dennis Farina, Ja Rule, and the founder of Shakerism also celebrated the day of their birth.

So, in honor of the spandex clad man I made some cupcakes. 42 cupcakes.

I also baked rosemary bread for the Caesar spread Melanie set up. Caesar did not wear spandex or a cape, nor did he fly through the sky. What he did do was start Leap Day. That is a feat of an entirely different sort but a feat no less.


How good does that table look? I know! Also, it was a considerably delicious meal. Delicious.
That punch was not only delicious, it was also very good looking. And looks are the most important thing. At least, that is the word on the street. What the kids are saying.


Here is my decently tasty rosemary bread. My first successful kneaded bread. Hooray for bread! Hooray for Superman! Less hoorays for hearing my upstairs neighbors having sex. The bad thing about having a bed on wheels is that my neighbors also have beds on wheels. This makes noise. Squeaky, loud noises. Especially on wood floors. If this were Project Runway right now Christian would totally be giggling about their sex noises right now. Also, if this were Project Runway that would be awesome.


Cut to sliced bread: