Cupcakes

Dear Mom,

We had bake sales at school but I never remember you baking anything for them. I wonder about my memory. I imagine after nearly raising two kids, then two more coming along in your forties, then getting sick, it must have been exhausting. I doubt I would’ve baked anything.

Cupcakes seemed like the best bang for the money. How can you go wrong with a cupcake?

I’d like to tell you now they have cookbooks on cupcakes and they’re pretty clever in their design. I’ve made a few. Spaghetti cupcakes were the first and they were really good.


I made the puppy dogs for Logan’s birthday. You were suppose to make each cupcake a different dog. It was painful enough making all the dogs the same.


I’m a member of the North American Rock Garden Society and hosted the annual planning meeting. I made garden cupcakes. Again, you were to make different cupcakes: rows topped with lettuce, carrots, and peas. Then a few with shovels and seeds. I made all shovels and seeds since it seemed more appropriate.


The last cupcakes I made came from a mold. Ice cream cones. My best friend bought it for me thinking I’d have fun making them for the grandkids. I made them for their birthday, but it wasn’t exactly fun. They wouldn’t stand up. They didn’t puff up either, so I stuffed the top with mini-marshmallows. Learned that from the pup cupcakes.



I don’t even know if they have bake sales any more. Wonder what a cupcake would go for now?