They were (gasp) sans buttermilk. That's despite my previous cupcake making experience.
Nigella would be turning in her rose petal infused milk bath.
No I don't know if Nigella has a rose infused milk bath. I do know that she's not lactose-intolerant so she may indeed enjoy le douche de la vache-juice .
(Please feel free to correct. I have decided to continue to apprendre le francais via blog comments only.)
Like Nigella to milkbaths, so too Tricky to this nutritious blue icing.
Especially on the big spoon.
No I didn't eat any cupcakes. The very sight of them disgusted me.
Yes they were eaten by a selection of children.
Yes those children are all related to me in one way or another.
While Tricky is enjoying the remainder of his health-giving green sprinkles (strange that he won't eat his broccoli with such enthusiasm), I shall just add that the title of this post was originally going to be:
Contracting Yet Another Flu Virus And Hacking Tiny Droplets Of Phlegm over Your Toddler Ensuring He Bears Your Infection, Spikes A Fever, And Has A Meltdown Just As You Walk In The Door At Daycare.
But, it didn't really have much of a ring.
Plus... no photos.