This Week

So, in lieu of sharing some cute story, I'm going to blab about what I've got going on this week.  Because nothing is more fun than reading a litany of items off someone's to-do list.  Right? 

 

Let's just fast forward to Thursday, because Monday and Tuesday are typical Cake Pops-making sessions, and I'm just utterly over talking (read: whining) about them, so there.  Ok, so Thursday begins my work on cupcakes for A Wedding.  That's right, folks, I'm doing wedding cupcakes for a couple we adore here in Atlanta.  The bride came over to my house a couple of times to play taste-test, and we settled on 3 flavors:

• Vanilla Pound Cake with Raspberry filling and Cream Cheese Frosting
• Chocolate Pound Cake with Chocolate Pudding filling and Chocolate Fudge glaze
• Carrot Cake with Browned Butter glaze (<-- Holy Moly, you need to try this recipe, it's that amazing) 

So, I'm delivering 60+ cupcakes to her wedding on Friday afternoon, and then I'll spend the remainder of the day fretting about what people think and if they like them.  Even though I thought the recipes turned out freaking amazing, I'll still worry, that's just me.  Perfectionist, much, sara?  Yeah.  I promise to take photos with my fancy camera and post them sometime next week when I come back up for air.  I'll even try to have Bo take one of me with the cupcakes so it'll be a 2fer with cupcakes and hair dye. 

 

So that's Thursday and Friday.  Guess what we're doing on Saturday morning?  You'll never guess, so I'll just tell you - We're flying to Miami for another wedding.  Yes.  Thankfully, I'm not doing any baking for that one, or I might just have a meltdown and disappear into a puddle of overwhelmption (I'm coining that one) (because I'm so guilty of it).  We get to spend all of Sunday there, so hopefully I'll be able to recover with nothing to do but bum around meeting more of Bo's friends, because I've only met approximately three zillion by now.  Maybe we'll even swing by the beach again.  This photo is from the last time - and wedding - we were there:

Note to self:  Wearing black at the beach looks weird.  Don't do that again.
Also:  Bo looks short here.  Let's be clear - I'm 5'5", he's a yummy 6'3".