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I had such big plans for today, but man, I was drained. I even almost put the butter and cream cheese back in the fridge after I softened it for cupcakes. But I made myself power through the fatigue to make them, disastrous as all hell, but fine. They’re made.

I tried a Devil’s Food Cake chocolate cupcake with Vanilla Cream Cheese frosting. Filled the cups too high so they overshot the tops and spread out across the pan and the tops are a bit dry from the extra baking time.

My big plan was to work out a graphic element in red to look like crewelwork on top of the white icing, but my track record for the day was shite so I went with a mixed stars in two colors kind of thing. I like the way they look better on the cakes I didn’t give a white base.

What I probably should have done was put the butter and cream cheese back in the fridge and enjoyed my clean kitchen for the afternoon from afar (like up on the 2nd floor at my pretty writing table, or even better from the window seat with a good book). But no, I’m too stubborn.

Naturally, I got heavy-handed with the gel coloring so the rich orange and pink (like madras shorts) I was going for turned into a more garish version. Circus anyone? I do like the two colors together and will try again with one dip of the toothpick instead of five. I’ll also skip the cream cheese; it’s just a bit too much.

After licking my fingers clean the inside of my mouth tastes sour and I’m so thirsty I’ve had three tall glasses of water with little relief.

Maybe I don’t want to make cupcakes for a living after all.

Now I just threw some roasted Butternut squash together with fresh Sage, cream (half and half) and Romano cheese for a sauce over kale and gnocchi. It tastes like ass. Maybe I’m coming down with something (please no, I’ve had enough thank you).

Methinks it’s time for a hot bath and some tea. Or tequila. No. Tea. Definitely tea.

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