Politically incorrect femme, cupcakes.
When: Wednesday, February 11th, 2009.
What: Max & Cleo chiffon dress in navy blue with hand-beaded bodice (see below, ignore whatever it is I've gotten on the dress - probably whiskey ganache!), vintage apron and two-tone navy pumps by Linea Paolo.
Confession: I was in the kitchen all the livelong day, y'all, making delicious things for my tomboy to enjoy on our anniversary. First, a homemade beef stew, very simple - a big slab of pretty brisket, onion, red bell pepper, beef stock, quartered potatoes, a few secret seasonings, sea salt and pepper. In the crockin' pot, of course. Then, I made Irish Car Bomb cupcakes. They are as fantastic as they sound and probably the fanciest thing I have ever baked from scratch. Rich, dense Guinness chocolate cake, insanely sumptuous Irish whiskey ganache centers that melt in your mouth and Bailey's cream cheese frosting. They're INCREDIBLE, I wish I could teleport y'all one each. So good. So, so, so good.