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Leah Cooks the Best Strawberry Shortcake Cupcakes from Sally’s Baking Addiction

David turned Still Younger Than I Am last month, and he requested strawberry shortcake for dessert, but not actually a cake, but maybe cupcakes, or something like cupcakes, he said. He’s so lucky I can speak David. I went with strawberry shortcake cupcakes, which was the best decision I’ve made in a really long time, and–if you make these for yourself, which you should, right now–you’ll see what what I mean. I have absolutely no good pictures of these cupcakes because I didn’t think about it until the nighttime, and our kitchen has terrible light. If I were smart, I’d have waited till daylight to grab a photo of one of them for you, but, um, my supply had greatly dwindled by then. It had dwindled into my stomach, if you know what I mean. These cupcakes are delicious, so ignore the picture and just trust me. I found the recipe on the site of a blog I really like, Sally’s Baking Addiction (anything I’ve ever made of Sally’s is guaranteed no-fail. It’s ridiculous in all the…

Healthy-ish Pumpkin Muffins

My girls take a snack to school every day, and it’s turned into a struggle. If they had their druthers, they’d happily eat nothing but yogurt-in-a-tube or Swedish fish every day of their lives, but, unfortunately for them, they don’t have their druthers. They have mine. (And at this point I don’t even know what a druther is. But let’s carry on.) They’ll take fruit to school, but only if they don’t have to bite into it (“We don’t have time for all that!” they wail). They’ll ask for a bag of Doritos, and I just laugh and laugh (“But [insert classmate’s name here] [and here] [and here] always gets to pack Doritos! Why can’t we?” they weep). And then finally I give up and throw some pretzels at them and tell them if they don’t like it, they don’t have to eat it, but that’s a waste of food and sorry, no, I don’t think your teachers would really appreciate if I…

Chocolate Marshmallow Cookies

Last week we got about five inches of snow, and when my husband asked if I was going out with the kids when they went to play in it I…well, I laughed. Snow is lovely and pretty and peaceful, but only when I’m inside a warm house, with a book in my hand, looking at it. My kids were so disappointed when I didn’t put on thirty different layers and snow pants and impossible-to-tug-on boots after I wrestled them into theirs. On days like that they want me to be outside with them, sledding and building a snowman and having snowball fights and all of that ruddy-cheeked nonsense that people who enjoy frostbite like to do. See, here’s the thing: you have to not mind the cold to enjoy the snow. I don’t like to be cold. I think cold-enjoying is left to people who are either insane, or live in Wisconsin. So: inside I stay, where there are books to read and a fire to sit by and snacks that don’t require thawing out. I will make the requisite hot chocolate when…