A Bakers Transformation

Here we go: I've got my oven preheated, my butter softened, and my apron on. I have refined all my recipes and found just the right frostings for the perfect cupcake marriages. Once the kids are in bed the transformation begins. The kid's toys get thrown into their bench and mommy's toys get sprinkled all over the kitchen countertops.

There is something about finding just the right measurements of just the right flavors, throwing them in my trusty KitchenAid and filling my cupcake liners just full enough to peek over the sides once done. I pop those babies in the oven, and start making frosting with the perfect consistency to melt in our mouth but also hold the shape of my super swirls.

The air smells amazing. I hear the timer go off. They look delicious and bounce back with the slightest touch. Off they go for a visit with the cooling racks before being introduced to the love of their life... the icing on the cake! My mind races on how I can make this particular group of cupcakes come to life, and food coloring hits the fan. Before they get put away for safe keeping {to make it through the craziness 2 kids bring} one (or two... or three) is deemed unfit for duty and makes it into my husband's salavating smackers. A quick clean up restores my magical kitchen back into the PB&J station that the morning will bring.