Last week sometime, I heard our little guy yelling in distress, "Mommy! Help me! Waaawwaaawaaa....." over and over. Our son rarely cries from pain, so I knew he was either mad, scared or hurt. I found him the pantry.
He had climbed up the shelves to get this out of the box.
I found him like this. He was stuck.
I made some yummalicious cupcakes last week. They were quite good...fresh orange cake with whipped cream/buttered rum frosting. Found the recipe in my newest cookbook...thanks, Ma, for the Southern Living Cookbook circa 1989. My Mom has fed my addiction to cookbooks by purchasing me the Southern Living cookbooks year by year as she finds them at estate sales.
I also repurposed my cookie scoop...two scoops make the perfect cupcake. Check it out. I love kitchen tools that save time and create more fun for moi.