Last night was sorta weird: I was too busy to go to Knit Night, and our neighbors were out yelling on the porch all evening, and Jeff was in class ’till 7:30, and I decided to make cupcakes. Weird night.
So when I saw Abbie’s accent test post thingy (which I think Jessica also did a while ago), I decided to ratchet the weirdness up to 11, and do it too. Even though my hay fever is awful right now, rendering my whole nose/mouth area a lovely shade of BRIGHT RED. Even though Roxie was climbing all over me and making a nuisance of herself. Even though I’m nearly as awkward on video as I am in real life (contrasted against my suave self here on the blog, you know).
Why? Because I’m an idiot, apparently.
Anyway, here it is. My south-Midwestern accent and an ill-behaved pibble:
Oh, you want to know why was I making delicious cupcakes on a Wednesday night? (Even if you don’t – pretend. It’ll make me feel better.)
I can’t tell you why. But I can tell you that it was to thank someone – a summer intern here at work – for doing something that made my day. No, my month. Yes. He made my month.
(The suspense is killing you, isn’t it? I haven’t decided yet if I’ll be posting about about this stuff, as it’ll thoroughly demolish the work/blog barrier I try to maintain here. But it’s good and exciting.)
Finally, here’s a link to those delicious butterbeer cupcakes (h/t to Kara). Mine turned out a bit dry, but the butterscotch ganache injection does a good job of minimizing that, and the long-suffering cupcake tasters in my house and in my suite at work have all testified that they’re “delicious”. Here’s the least food-porn-y photo *ever*, of said cupcakes – these are the ones for the intern; the recipe made a further dozen for husband/coworkers:
Yum. (Next time I’m gonna reduce the flour by a few tablespoons, though. Or maybe just add a splash more milk).
Do you wanna do the accent test too? It’ll make me feel like slightly less of a dork. Maybe.