break out the confetti

So at work the other day somehow the topic of booze came up and I was recommended RumChata based on my love of Kahlua.

Looked it up, found a recipe for RumChata cupcakes. Figured even if I didn't like the drink itself, the cupcakes sounded good. Yesterday I braved all manner of things and bought a bottle (and one of my Kahlua Especial Dark) but it was too late to make cupcakes.

So... I did today since the person who recommended the drink doesn't work with me next week.

Here's the thing. Or here are the things. Baking requires attention paid to measurements and timing, as well as a lot of luck. I get distracted and bored easily, not to mention I have had horrible baking luck ever since the year I made Mums a birthday cake and it fell flatter than a pancake. (Until then I was golden.)

Also, I hate using the mixers because the sound hurts my ears, so when I bake, I either have to do things seriously by hand (which isn't fun) or wait til Mums is willing to do the mixing.

This morning I did all the work by hand and my cupcakes are fabulous. They're like not-so little coffee cakes with mountain of frosting if that's your thing. And they really do taste better when sprinkled with cinnamon sugar. Ohmyglob, so good.

I am now very, very sleepy.