Failing Miserably on National Cupcake DayDanielle Sullivan
Whether you knew it or not, today and every December 15 is National Cupcake Day. I have to admit that I just found this out myself. It’s also ironic I stumbled upon this information just as I am preparing to bake 25 cupcakes for my son’s class to celebrate his birthday tomorrow.
If I’m being truthful, I have to come clean and say that I hate making cupcakes. I’d much rather buy the cupcakes than bake them, but that wouldn’t be very motherly of me, would it?
My son’s school combines monthly birthdays and celebrates all the children who have birthdays that month on one day at the end of the month. One mom brings juice, while another napkins, and another supplies the cupcakes, etc… This makes sense to me. After all, once a month is a decent amount of time for kids to have a cupcake, I suppose. Yet in my nephew’s school, every child gets their own day to celebrate their birthday with cupcakes. So if 12 children have birthdays in December, yes, there will be 12 days of cupcakes. My son is the only December birthday in his class so we are holding the bag for providing the fun.
In my son’s last school, prepared food of any kind was banned due to an incident where one mother brought in a dish that causing mass food poisoning throughout the school. Just store bought Hostess and Entenmanns from then on…and I was quite fond of that actually. It was easy and convenient.
See, the thing is that I want to be able to make good, yummy cupcakes that the kids love, but every time I attempt to do so, invariably half of them return from the oven misshapen, drooping to one side, over-sized, or even not large enough to fill those tiny cupcake holders. This, of course, will result in some kids getting gypped. Doesn’t my son deserve to have his mother make a simple thing, like perfect cupcakes, when every other kid in class does?
To prevent the poorly constructed cupcakes from looking too inedible, I have rallied in the troops, meaning I have sprinkles of all shapes and colors to mask my ineptitude.
What I should have done, if I had any sense at all, was order some cupcakes from a really tasty New York City bakery like Magnolia in the Village, and passed them off as my own. But that wouldn’t be fair either … plus, I would have caved and confessed.
So please excuse me while I go to the kitchen to attempt my annual cupcake baking ceremony, and if you don’t hear from me for a while, I am probably knee deep in batter and shame…or quite possibly on my way to Magnolia’s.
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