Cupckaes

In years past, on New Year's Eve, George and I sit down to talk about the past year and make goals for the new.  Goals that can be achieved together and on our own.  These are not resolutions.  Resolutions get broken.  No, they are goals.  If not achieved this year, then maybe next.
George focused on writing.  Something he does very well.  He wants another book published.  In that George is not exactly young, he would really like to get this accomplished fairly soon.
I focused on food.  I love to cook.  Rather obsessed with it really.   I enjoy cooking for others and have begun catering on a semi-regular basis.  People like what I do and seem to be just fine with paying me for it.  A nice perk to doing something I so enjoy. 
So, when a client asks me if I can do something, the answer is "Sure, I can do that". 
I really have to stop doing that. 
I cannot begin to count the number of times I have said that only to come away and say "Shit!  What was I thinking?  I can't do that!  I have never done that!  I am going to die!"
Last night was one of those times.  I had mentioned to a coworker an idea for cupcakes associated with the theme for a major field day at our school.  Found the idea of making these splendid little cakes online from a contest sponsored by the Detroit Press for the Hunger Games preview.
Kristy said she would help.  Without thinking, I said "Sure, I can do that." 
Kristy baked 10 dozen cupcakes.  I baked 10 dozen cupcakes. 
Kristy brought 10 dozen cupcakes to my house.  That put 20 dozen cupcakes in my house.
Let me do the math for you.  That is 240 cupcakes!  In my house!!  
Have I ever mentioned I have a really tiny house?
Any way, Kristy brought the sweets over and left them.  She does not decorate.  She bakes very well but does not decorate.
It took an hour to get all the peanut butter butter cream made.
Then the seige began.
The first couple looked ok.  Then the zen state was entered.  These suckers were to somewhat resemble beehives with cracker jacks on top.  Caramel syrup (looks a little like honey - read the book to get the references) was drizzled.  2 1/2 hours later, the cakes were done. 
In addition to herding a 3 1/2 year old grandson. 
And constantly stepping over to corgis thinking a cake might fall.  It was so theirs if it did.
They looked pretty damn good.
240 cupcakes.
Sure, I can do that.