It's been a while since I teased you guys with a cupcake, so here you go!
This latest cupcake was very trying for me for several reasons.
1. I was baking for an actual event, not just because I wanted to bake.
2. The cake recipe calls for figs, but it's winter in Maine. I had to use dates.
3. I mistakenly used both the stick of butter called for and the stick of butter I was softening for the icing in the cake batter.
However...despite my best efforts to ruin them, these cupcakes are both tasty and cute. Observe:
These are Date Spice Cupcakes with Cinnamon Cream Cheese Frosting and Fig Newton Books.
Last night I pre-gamed the cupcaking by decorating 24 Fig Newtons with tiny little book spines. I'm taking these to the potluck for my Young Adult Lit class. The course title is ERL 518.
And then when I started actually preparing the cupcakes this morning, I had to begin by stewing the dried dates. Let me just say . . . well, I'll just show you.
See? It's not good. I just don't like dried fruit too much. And I hate hate hate things with skins. And the dates started out dried and then - with the stewing - gave up their skins. Ugh. I'm making an ew face just thinking about it again. It makes my own skin feel a little crawly.
Anyway, I powered through the stewing portion of the show and then opted for the food processor rather than the "chopping" that the recipe demanded. I just couldn't be handling the dates that much. The processing worked just fine.
Dates aside, the recipe was quite nice. I made some lovely - read odd - buttermilk and combined that with some reserved date water and I was on my way! Please note the snow. It continued to snow all day today. Again. I'm so over it.
The cupcakes are really helping me cope with the snow for sure. Haha. Don't question it, just let it be.
Here's a wacky picture of both my life at the moment and one of the cupcakes. Notice the stack of books in the background. They'll be going to class with me tomorrow too.
So, that's what I've been up to lately. The end of semester has actually snuck up on me. I feel like we just started, but I have only paper left to write. And, next week at this time, I'll be on my way home. Success.