It doesn't happen often, but about once a month I just can't go to bed until I've baked something. It starts out as just a craving for sugar, but no pre-made sweets will do. I suddenly have to bake. Now.
Tonight I was getting some water on my way to bed, saw some frosting in the fridge, and knew that cupcakes must be baked to go with that frosting. So that is what I'm doing. Making cupcakes. As is usually the case, by the time that my late night treat is made, I don't even want to eat it. Just the baking soothes me and makes me happy.
Last summer when we were living in Jordan, the need to make brownies hit me about midnight. Most of our household was still awake (probably on the computer) and didn't think I was serious when I said that I was going to make brownies. When the chocolaty smell started drifting out of the kitchen, they started laughing shocked that I actually had made brownies. I really don't know where I am going with this story. I just wanted to capture it before old age robs me of all my memories. (Especially since neither Jerry or I kept a very good journal of our experiences in Jordan)
Anyway. If you want a cupcake, come on over. I have 2 dozen and I don't think Jonah and I will be eating them all.
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