My husband’s work has quarterly reports that come out. They’re a bunch of work, involve some long hours, it’s a stressful thing.
I foolishly at one point decided to make cookies to celebrate when it finished, and sent them to work with my husband.
It’s become a thing. (Note: he refused to take the above cookie, even though everyone knows cookies that look like the State of Oregon with a hammer and sickle are probably the coolest cookies ever)
But, after I brought home cupcakes several times from work this summer (I teach summer camps, and get overpaid to do awesome things like make cakes with middle school girls) he said “you know, instead of cookies, I could bring cupcakes”.
And then, as a sign from God that it was a good choice, I saw in the newspaper that my favorite bakery had published their frosting recipe. Raspberry Italian Buttercream! Which they awesomely just call “pink frosting”. Pink is my favorite food group. Clearly, I was supposed to make cupcakes.
As I read through the recipe I realized why the frosting was so delicious. It was a pain to make. I dutifully whisked my egg whites over (but not in!) a pot of simmering water and shoved my raspberries through a strainer. I tasted the frosting, and it was amazing. Then I dumped in my vanilla and raspberry juice.
Crap. It curdled.
Now, the recipe said it would . But it said that during the butter adding. I added the butter with no issues, and decided I was just too awesome. After shoving the bowl in the fridge, panicking, and IMing a friend to say I’d ruined things I got myself together, took the bowl back out, and mixed some more.
Then I tasted.
Oh my word.
It came together, and made these gorgeous cupcakes.
If you ever want to impress people and drive yourself slightly crazy, you should make it too.
Again, recipe from Vintage Cakes can be found here