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Pirate Party! Buried Treasure Cupcakes
Oh hey guys! Did ya miss me? Judging by my blog numbers you did not. 
It’s cool though, no hard feelings. I mean, it’s the start of school, people are busy, everyone is busting their butts trying to soak up the last feeble rays of summer. I get it. Whatever. No really, I’m fine.
Fruit Trifle
Oh Chitlins, you wouldn’t believe the stress levels over here at the sprinkelry! My birthday is next week and I’ve been scrambling to finish all the ice creams for my party (I cross my heart I’ll take good photos this time so I can post recipes!). Not to mention The BF and I are apartment hunting, which a crazy beast of a task in NYC.
Limetastic “Dotto” cupcakes
I may have mentioned before that my good friend Coach is paying me for cupcakes about twice a month. What I may not have mentioned is how totally awesome this gig is because I can literally choose any flavor I want and she is completely gung-ho and onboard. It’s a freakin’ dream. No nagging, no hemming and hawing, just pure, unadulterated enthusiasm.
Bride Loaf a.k.a. Lemon Loaf Cake
I’m going to let you in on a little secret, Chitlins: I am incredibly competitive. I am also a really, really sore loser. This would be great, if I were always good at things; but it turns out, quite frequently in fact, that I am not so good at a lot of things. Ask The BF. We both grew up playing cribbage {seriously, I swear we’re both tiny grumpy men trapped in 20-something bodies, well 30-something for him 
}. So when we went up to Vermont for Christmas two years ago he challenged me to a cribbage match; a match that spanned an entire week. Not only did he beat me, several times, he also skunked me twice. I now refuse to play him in cribbage.
Guest Post: The Hunger Games
Hey Chitlins! It’s been a crazy week here in the sprinkle toastery (official new name of my apartment) so my friend Sarah is back with another awesome baking project that I would never have the patience to attempt! I’ll be back next week with another TWD post and pictures from the Edible Book Contest I had the pleasure of attending (and winning an award from) on Monday.
I tried really hard to save this cookie Sarah gave me to photograph at home, but the damn arrow tip snapped off 
Glimmer Cupcakes
A few weeks ago my friend Coach approached me about possibly making cupcakes based on new wall-covering designs her company was selling. I wholeheartedly agreed, because this sounded like loads of fun. And it is! I delivered her first batch a few weeks ago, and luckily had made extras with all the leftover batter that I was able to deliver a second batch two days later, due to such high demand. Can you believe it? I made something in “high demand.” Best news ever.
Oreo Cake Batter Ice Cream
The BF and I were having one of those late night I-can’t-sleep-so-I’m-going-to-bother-you discussions this week wherein he was complaining about how he feels he’s gotten so out of shape because of his job. If you can audibly roll your eyes, I did. He’s a man. If someone says the word “gym” within a 20 mile radius of him he’ll lose 5 pounds; 10 if he thinks of the gym. It’s a blessing. I, on the other hand, think of the word “cookie” and suddenly my ass doesn’t fit in my jeans any more. I’m pretty sure that’s not a blessing.
Red Velvet Cake
I have to say, I’m still not quite sure what all the hype is over red velvet cake. I enjoy it, probably as much as the next cupcake, but I just do not understand some of the hubbub. You know what I’m talking about, those people who seem to practically want to throw themselves in front of a bus to convince you that XYZ bakery/cookbook/celebrity chef has THE BEST RED VELVET CAKE/RECIPE EVER. I mean you can practically see them having a relapse, like a crack addict. They start scratching and itching, foaming at the mouth, their eyes start rolling. Oh and don’t even get me started on the debate over cream cheese icing vs. boiled icing. My god, they’ll come to blows.
Bushwhacker Trifle
Around about when I started high school my mother started making this angel food cake and fruit trifle when she had “special events” in the summer. Before I found out what went into the creation of this trifle I thought it was the coolest dessert in the world and could not believe my mother had figured out how to concoct it. Then sometime in college I got the recipe and understood why my mother would “take the pains” to make it. She really only had to use one bowl and one spoon to make the filling and everything else was pretty much pre-assembled.
