Cupcake Stories

Twice a month on Monday evening we meet with several of our friends for Family Home Evening (FHE). Since the children have left home and have FHE with their children, our FHEs have become a little more erratic. Having friends get together allows us to enjoy our company, teach, talk, have fun, and celebrate life. One of the more popular activities are the treats which always come at the end. It's like a reward for being good. It was the most popular part of our FHEs when the children were home. This group really likes McLean frosting. In fact, one of our group said we were welcome to visit him any time as long as we brought a cake with McLean frosting. He has a summer home in the Arizona mountains.

Last night JoAnn made cupcakes that were really good. One of our friends was celebrating his birthday and JoAnn called his wife to discover his favorite cake. We had a devils food cake, that was oh so moist, and THE frosting. He had seconds. Come to think of it, all 3 men had seconds and none of the women.

As we were sitting around talking I mentioned that when I was a child my mother would make cupcakes for our lunches. I explained that she would take the cupcake apart, put the frosting in the middle, put it back together again and then freeze it. The whole idea around freezing it was so that it would still be fresh for lunch. The reality is that it rarely made it to lunch. Most of the time I would eat it within minutes of when I got on the bus. I don't think anything is better than a cold chocolate cupcake with frozen white frosting in the middle. My mouth is watering for one right now.

A couple of our friends were intrigued by the whole idea, but I've come to realize we all have those kinds of stories to tell about growing up. I like to think our cupcake stories are stories we all need to remember. Do you have a cupcake story?