These cupcakes though. [don't worry, they're gone now. we. ate. them. all.] I had an impromptu Christmas party last week and rushed to prepare things for the party solely based on what I already had around the house. I knew tiny cupcakes were in my near future, since we'd just picked up a load of tiny cupcake liners in various holiday colors. After a bit of research, I stumbled upon this FANTASTIC recipe!
Rather than rewrite the entire recipe on here, I'll send you to Sally's Baking Addiction for it. The only thing I changed was the substitution of vanilla greek yogurt. I didn't have any on hand, so I opted to use some low fat sour cream and extra vanilla extract in the mix. Worked just fine!
The cupcakes themselves are quite light and don't feel too terribly sinful, but that buttercream frosting....OH YES. I added a pinch of extra salt, since I like how it mellows the overly saccharine sweetness of the frosting.
I also opted to top half of them with chocolate frosting [simply added some spoonfuls of unsweetened cocoa powder to half the frosting]. Decorating them was simple enough; mixtures of green, red and silver sprinkles is all they needed!
I didn't have time to take 'fancy' photos of them, since I was running around like a chicken with her head cut off that day getting ready for the party, but these seem to show their delectability quite nicely.
Just for good measure, I had to include a photo of the aftermath. [this photo makes an appearance twice in the blog, since I'm just so proud of this mess!] I LOVE to cook, and I don't mind baking, but boy do I loathe how messy the entire process can be! You'd almost think I actively tried to create chaos for this photo, but no no...this is just what things look like when I bake. As I write this, I just finished tidying up the kitchen from the second round of Christmas baking, this time for the BIG day! Tomorrow, I'll hopefully post my gorgeous sugar cookies [and a batch of cinnamon walnut squares!] all decked out and glossy. But for now, I shall drink my glass of wine and revel in the fact that I can watch at least one more episode of Broadchurch before going to bed. [I have an unhealthy relationship with Netflix...]