Last week I decided that I wanted to actually make something for Sarge for Valentine’s Day. Or at least watch someone else do it. Because the last time I tried to make something, the red stuff wasn’t food-colouring. But it was iron- enriched.
Anyway, I’m looking up baking ideas, and my PA suggests Martha Stewart. Now, we have a saying in my family that goes something like this: Molly was Martha Stewart before Martha was Martha Stewart.
Molly was my Nana, and she was an all around amazing baker, cook, beader, knitter, quilter, home-decorator, general ideas woman and creative. Dinner was not complete without six courses, a sweater not ready to wear without beads on the collar. And everywhere else.
Nana did everything from scratch. And I watch people make cupcakes from a box. Maybe it was Nana’s inspiration that made me add stem ginger to the cupcakes that my PA made and froze last week, and iced this morning.
I added ginger because I don’t like it. And I wanted these especially for Sarge, who does.
If they were coffee cupcakes, that would have been a present for both of us. Maybe next week.
Our aforementioned sugar-faces stuck to the plate and couldn’t be added to the cupcakes. CJ ate them instead.