Fuzzy Navel Cupcakes
Recently I went to war.
Whenever I get the chance, I take whatever writing class the lovely Katrina Kittle is offering here in Dayton, Ohio. This winter she offered a Writing Jumpstart class which was equal part inspirational and instructional. My class met on Wednesdays while another class met on Tuesdays.
The first meeting was one day after my monthly book club. And I always bake cupcakes for my BookLink girls. So I brought the leftovers to Katrina’s class.
The next week, the Tuesday night class brought brownies so Katrina wouldn’t favor our class over theirs.
And the war was on…
For the month of January and February, we each brought decadent treats to our respective classes, attempting to bribe Katrina into declaring our class her favorite. Being the sweet-toothed deviant she is, Katrina pitted us against each other via Facebook and the Cupcake Wars accelerated. (Of course, none of us are complaining as we all got to eat cupcakes, cookies, brownies and treats for two months.)
But my class ended two weeks before the Tuesday night class. So I had one last campaign to win the Cupcake Wars. It didn’t take long to marry the idea of booze with cupcakes–two favorites of many writers.
I slaved to create and bake five batches of drunken cupcake. I succeeded in creating five amazing recipes:
- Fuzzy Navel Cupcakes
- Kahula and Cream Cupcakes
- Strawberry Daiquiri Cupcakes
- Jell-O Shot Cupcakes
- Rum and Coke Cupcakes
I’ll be adding the recipes here along with photos. Because I knew we’d want to taste test each cupcake, I made several mini cupcakes and only a handful of the larger sized cupcakes. Just adjust your baking time for the different sizes.
Wave the White Flag
Before leaving for work on my last Wednesday class, I posted photos of the boozy cupcakes on my Facebook page. I barely had time to grab the cupcakes and run to class after work. When I arrived, everyone ooohed and aaaahed over the presentation and started eating. All of the sudden, I noticed a few dear friends at the door, waving tiny white flags.
Some representatives from the Tuesday night class–including my awesome friends Erin Gross and Rick Flynn–came all the way across town to concede the Cupcake Wars. They waved little white flags and named me the Cupcake Queen. I was flattered, humbled and laughing at their unique approach to a good-natured war. Only writers could take such a little prompt and create such fun drama.
So I’ll put a win in my column for my baking skills. But I give all credit to my “rivals” for creating a story from air.