Trophy Cupcakes, Revisited (Again and Again and Again)

A few nights ago after dinner and a bath, Emilia (dressed in her fuzzy pajamas) announced that she was 'Ready Go!' She proceeded to grab my purse and the car keys, and stood waiting by the door. Since we didn't move fast enough for her, she began shouting, 'Open garage!' and 'Buy tuptates!' Clearly this girl had some place to be — bed. Cupcakes would have to wait until the next day.

It is rather funny because I've never been one to grab my purse, keys, and baby and head off to buy cupcakes. Instead I make them, and I actually make pretty good ones. (Although my sister completely trounced me with her latest recipe — she got it from Cooks Illustrated and she uses vanilla bean paste instead of extract. They are so good they nearly make you weep. And in all honesty, they could give Trophy a run for their money.) However, making cupcakes yields too many for us to eat without being gluttons. Whereas buying cupcakes yields as many as you want. Plus, you get different flavors, and Miss Milia gets a balloon, she gets to go on both the escalator and the elevator — 'Going up!', and it is really a lot of fun. Which is why she was standing at the door a few nights ago demanding we go and get some.

It makes me laugh knowing that Emilia recognizes the Trophy Cupcakes logo now — on the boxes, bags, what have you. And right when she sees the shop she yells, 'Tuptates! Balloooon!' Another nice touch is that the little minis they sell are just the right size — perfect for her little hands. And tonight before her bath and her jammas, she just might get one — a Hummingbird for her, a Chai Cardamom (not a mini, thank you very much!) for me, and a beer (not being much of the cupcake sort) for Michael. Although he did enjoy the chocolate stout one he had last month.