Homemade Cupcakes

I have eaten many a cupcake. I have eaten grocery store cupcakes and gourmet cupcakes. I have made cupcakes in my college kitchen on a cliff overlooking the ocean in Isla Vista, but for the first time this weekend I realized, no one has ever made cupcakes... for me.

Now, truthfully, most people in my life especially in the past few years have avoided cupcakes like the plague... and for good reason. My love, hate relationship with such a simple baked good is more complex than I would like to admit, and sometimes I have fought myself on the subject. To eat, or not to eat the cupcake, or more likely, cupcakes. But there is always a first for everything, and sometimes... the past is best left right there... in the past... at least for the moment anyway.

So, needless to say, a first occurred this weekend. Cupcakes were waiting for me at 10p (the hour of choice) on an almost- autumn Los Angeles evening. And really, it was good and scary and exciting all at the same time. Sweet cupcake vibes... And I managed to eat only one. (Well, maybe I took one for the rode...)