Oh, happy Spring.
Every year, I make black bottom cupcakes with thoughts of my grandmother who made them on the first day of Spring for me when I was little. Today, I am writing about cooking and parenting instead of actually cooking and parenting, AND I am all out of cocoa powder, so the cupcakes will have to wait until tomorrow or the next day. This is my photo from last year’s post on day 1 of the new season. In the background there is snow, but today it is 80, the birds are singing Sondheim, and we’ve skipped into Summer. New Englander that I am, I feel that I should have had to suffer before I can enjoy all of this. Where are the blizzards? The frozen noses? The attempted snow igloos? But here we are, and the first day of Spring calls for black bottom cupcakes, whatever the weather, global warming be damned.
Happy Spring. I hope new and wonderful things are sprouting up around you. Now get your butt into the kitchen to make some cupcakes. You get started, and I’ll be there in a minute- I promise!