A week later...

and my summer has begun. Finals are finally over, my grades are in, I've taken my requisite week-long "mental health break" consisting mostly of sleeping 10 hours per night and sitting on my couch, watching mindless reality television. I have to say, it was fabulous...and mildly full of baking.

I've been listening to She & Him obsessively and have at least one of their songs stuck in my head at a given moment. Aaron doesn't love it, I can assure you. He's sweet though, and pretends I'm not constantly singing. It really doesn't help the matter that everyone I work with is just as enamored by the band. The CD gets played at least once a day, and doubtlessly more.

In lieu of anything else significant to say this evening, I think I'll just show you pictures of cupcakes:

These, I made a month or two ago. I used the base recipe for peanut butter cupcakes I found in a cookbook my friend got me for Christmas. I doubled the amount of peanut butter, though, so the result was a really decadent pound [cup] cake. Half of the batch were topped with chocolate buttercream frosting and the other half with an improvised grape jelly frosting (peanut butter and jelly, get it?). Buttercream is sort of always improvised though, at least for me.

It's funny how after a while, "enough" seems to be an acceptable measurement of ingredients. I seem to be slowly getting the knack for "enough" with my cooking, but I'm still not quite there. The art of spicing food still basically eludes me. I'm unquestionably more the baker than the cook.

Cupcakes for dinner?

Sounds good.