Becky’s mum called me up and asked me to create cupcakes with a horse theme. Becky is an avid rider, so mini fondant horses with horseshoes for luck seemed a great way to celebrate her birthday.
What do you do on a rainy day when you feel like making cupcakes but you kinda feel like throwing some icing around and not doing some serious decorating? Jackson Pollock-inspired cupcakes, that’s what!
I was asked to bring dessert to a party last minute. I popped some cupcakes into the oven but how was I going to decorate them?
I looked in my cupboard for inspiration and found a small box of chocolate leaves that were given to me as a gift. Perfect! I filled the cupcakes with some creme anglais, then piped on some buttercream, a drizzle of melted chocolate and then topped them with the moulded leaves. I think it worked really well.
I love hedgehogs and I thought these would be perfect for this year’s SPCA Cupcake Day.
I guess no one could resist a cute buttercream hedgehog sitting on a chocolate cupcake. They sold out in no time and all the profits made went to our local animal shelter. Win-win!
Every year for the past five years, I have donated cupcakes to a good cause: SPCA’s Cupcake Day where all the money raised from cupcake sales goes to help support our local animal shelter.
This year I did floral buttercream cupcakes to remind us that spring is just around the corner and so are all the blooms that follow.
These cupcakes were for Norbi the pilot’s second celebration of his 40th birthday. The first party was a surprise and I made a cake resembling a pilot’s shirt for that one. A week later, on his real birth date, his family celebrated with these cupcakes. Happy days!
I thought I’d have some fun and brought cupcakes, decorated with tartans made up of buttercream piping. One fellow, dressed in his Scottish regalia, grabbed a cupcake that came pretty close to the tartan on his kilt!
As the official Burns website says, “…Burns suppers range from stentoriously formal gatherings of esthetes and scholars to uproariously informal rave-ups of drunkards and louts.”
The dinner I attended was somewhere in between.