I just wanted him to say he loved my dang cupcakes ~ is that too much to ask for? Let me explain…
Okay, I got a little mad. And I don’t always curse. Dang is not a curse word, as I tell my son, but I have used some on occasion. In fact, in this case, I may have used the “F” word, for “Frosting”. Call me crazy, I’ve said and thought some things that prove my insecurities or shameless needs that may not have been my proudest moments.
I love to bake and I’m darn good at it. I’m a better baker than I am a cook. I show my love for family and friends by baking – cupcakes, brownies, cakes, buche de Noel (last year’s version took 5 hours and I literally burned up my beaters), biscuits, etc. I even made fancy-dancy French Napoleons when I was 14!! I have made thousands of cupcakes and brownies for school, potlucks, birthdays, playdates, parties, Easter and just because. My little dude usually helps me decorate the cupcakes. I make different cake flavors and various colors of icing and use lots of sprinkles.
I didn’t want my husband to just say “these cupcakes are good” with little fanfare or expression. I wanted him to throw his hands in the air and say
“THESE ARE THE BEST DANG CUPCAKES EVER and THANKS for making them!”
Why did I want and need this so much? Because basically, I wanted my husband to think I was extra special and that my cupcakes were better than anyone else’s. Period.
Say it. Best Dang Cupcakes.
Dang, I feel better now. I ate 3 biscuits with supper last night and a doughnut this morning. Need more cupcakes, made with love.
Tell me about your underappreciated cupcakes! JOY!!