...my birthday! We kept it fairly low key, as I'm planning the real, more celebratory celebration for later in the year. Because lets face it; January birthdays suck. Everyone is tired and broke and partied out. January birthdays are anticlimactic at best.
But I did get to relax. Hubs asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I said "to not do anything I don't want to do, to not have to cook anything or clean anything or take anyone to the potty. To watch tv during the day and do some sewing." And that was pretty much what I got, which was very nice. Hubs made me pancakes for breakfast, pizza for lunch and a very nice stir-fry for dinner. Oh, and also cupcakes for dessert. Because you can't have a birthday without at least some small amount of cake. So Hubs made me cupcakes, but had run out of steam and time and it was nearly dinner and there was (gasp) no icing. You can't have cupcakes without icing, so I happily stepped into the pre-dinner fray to try my hand at a new icing variety. Now, I generally like Royal Icing for cookies but it is too hard for cakes. And my personal favourite is Swiss Meringue Buttercream, but as the name implies that has a ton of dairy in it. And while I am not Gluten Free/Dairy Free, my darling Little Dude is, and I don't think I could enjoy my birthday if I could not share my cake with my little ones. So I turned to my trusty Joy of Cooking and found a recipe for Seven Minute Frosting.
And because it was my birthday, the new recipe gods must have been smiling on me because despite the fact that it requires beating over boiling water and a candy thermometer, it turned out perfectly on my first try. I love it when that happens.
It was lovely, sweet and light and... I don't know, is pillowy a word? Because it was pillowy. And oh so sweet. Mostly egg whites and sugar and a bit of corn syrup. Definitely kid pleasingly sweet. As I was pulling the beaters out of the finished frosting the Baby came towards me with his most beguiling look, reaching and smiling and I could not help but give him a little lick. Big mistake. Then the Little Dude, smelling sugar came running and it was like when you are at the park and start to feed one cute little pigeon and then all of a sudden, they are swarming you beating their wings and pecking and pooping and scaring the shit out of you. Yeah, it was like that, but with toddlers. So I said "Whoa, whoa, its dinner time, we'll have some cupcakes for dessert" and then the shit. hit. the. fan. Baby wailing, L.D. whining. Totally my fault. I'd have given Hubs the "what is the matter with you" dagger-stare if been so foolish as to give them icing before dinner. So I stood my ground and said, "no; you'll have to wait till after dinner for more icing". And after a few more minutes of incoherent small-child storming, the clouds parted and the sea calmed and we all sat down and ate dinner.
Also, I have to say, the cupcakes are a-mah-zing, and they are kind of my recipe so I think I'll come back here tomorrow and post the recipe here so you can enjoy them too.