|The tastes of fall!|
|One of these things is not like the other, one of these things is super boozy!|
- One stick of softened butter (duh)
- One and a half cups of hard cider. I used Angry Orchard's Cinnful Apple (get it! Hah..)
- One cup of sugar...I realize this seems like a lot, but its sweetness tempers out, trust me.
- Two cups of AP flour
- Two teaspoons of baking powder
- 1/2 teaspoon of salt
- 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon (this kind isn't so cinnful...puns for days)
- 1/4 teaspoon of nutmeg
- One lonely egg
- One teaspoon of vanilla extract
In a separate bowl, mix together the flour, salt, cinnamon, nutmeg, and baking powder. Then, about a cup at a time, add it in to the cat fight happening in your mixing bowl. Mix well, then scrape down the sides of the bowl before adding the remaining dry mix. The dry ingredients act as a wonderful buffer between your dueling cider and butter, so everything should blend together nicely like the end of the movie Mean Girls. Once well mixed, preheat the oven to 350 and line your muffin tin with liners. I chose festive fall colors, because I still believe in a full-term fall before Christmas. Apparently the weather does not agree with me, but I will continue to fight the good fight.
|See, cupcakes getting along in perfect harmony, filled 3/4 of the way full.|
|They will be a nice, tipsy golden-blonde when finished.|
|Sugar and booze? How could this go wrong! Don't answer that, it was rhetorical.|
|You better believe I put a bunch of various tips on my fingers while I was trying to figure out which to use for decorating purposes, like witch's fingers.|
|I just wanted a simple swirl, so I started on the outside, and worked my way clockwise around the cupcake. I continued looping in and around...|
|Until I completeled my swirl by piping up a bit of excess frosting to make the tip stick up.|
|But nothing is ever complete without sprinkles.|
This recipe yields twelve cupcakes, which is the perfect amount for two people. Or in this case, one person. Derek was able to have a fresh cupcake, and I sent one on the road with him for his journey. He made it without a "driving while intoxicated- by cupcake" citation, if you were wondering. But the other ten cupcakes are mine for the taking. It will come as no surprise that there's way less than ten left at the time of this blog. I don't care if it is so cold out I have to eat all of these in a parka in the comfort of my living room- they are just that damn tasty. I'm happy my first foray into boozecakes (possible copyright) was a success, and I'm thinking I will somehow find a way to sneak more booze into my future baking endeavors. Rum sauce apple pie? Chocolate Peppermint Schnapps cake? Yeah, the world is my drunk oyster, baby. 'Til next time, my fellow eaters!
|So warm and fall-themed, I almost forgot its so cold I can't feel my face.|