It's become a tradition in this house that for the early birthdays, I make ice cream cone cupcakes. It's really nothing earth-shattering–just pouring the cupcake batter into cake cones, baking and frosting. I'm sure there's probably some fancy-schmancy holder out there for this job, but I just set each cone inside my cupcake tins.
The hardest part is maneuvering the cupcakes from the counter into the oven. It takes a very steady hand. I recommend holding your breath while attempting. But there's something about the cake batter baked inside those cake cones that is SO good. Seriously. I think when my birthday rolls around I just might have to choose these for myself.
But more importantly, for the small set they make a perfect little cupcake that's easy to hold on to and devour. It's become a family tradition of sorts.
More soon, including some pictures from my sister's on-going kitchen remodel, some guerrila goodness and other general randomness, as always!
Just stopped by to catch up on your blog, having one of those mornings when I just don’t know what I want to do with myself and nothing that needs to get done seems interesting enough to actually do.That little spit-fire Birdy seems quite the handful! She reminds me of Marshall…that curiosity and natural instinct for naughtiness rolled into strong will and independence: equal parts frustrating and fascinating!Thanks for the much needed distraction.<3kk