For so long as I can bear in mind, my mother has been the cupcake queen. At one interval in time, she would bake a dozen cupcakes weekly and ship them round city. They bought so in style she would even bought them at our native deli!
Like most youngsters, rising up within the kitchen cooking with their mother and father is a reminiscence that lasts ceaselessly. Not for me. My mother wasn’t caught within the kitchen except it was to tear aside a store-bought rotisserie rooster or, you guessed it, to whip up a batch of buttery, fluffy, soften in your mouth form of cupcakes.