Food memories are some of the strongest. When I smell onions being caramelized with peppers in olive oil I’m immediately transported to when my parents would make fajitas. Or when I smell tomato sauce cooking on the stove it usually meant lasagna was on it’s way. But those are both memories conjured up mostly from smell. These cupcakes, while only just a small fraction of the food I’ve been made by my grandmother and probably only made a couple of times by her, are something that everytime I go to visit her, I think of these cupcakes.
Growing up everyone always told me to relax and find something I truly enjoy doing and do it to my full potential. The whole, if you love what you’re doing you’ll never work a day in your life, sort of thing.
This cake was originally going to be posted as an Olympics themed “eat this while you’re watching the Olympics because it has snowball in the name” post but what do you know the Olympics is over. Was it shorter this year? In the blink of an eye it was here and now it’s gone.
Merry post Christmas everyone! I hope you all had a great holiday with delicious foods. I know I sure did. I’ll be feeling it at the gym later today. But alas, until then I will just sit here sipping on my coffee in peaceful bliss.