Last night as I prepared to go to bed, I turned on the air conditioner and prayed for a good night’s sleep because the following day was sure to be exhausting. I was to bake 100 assorted cupcakes that were ordered by my friends. I was actually quite excited and psyched since being busy only means good business. But today, I realized that if I really want this cupcake empire to flourish, I’m going to have to prepare myself for even harder days. I wanted to burst into tears several times during the day but I just kept telling myself to suck it up…. ( sneaking in a few minutes to play with my cat also helped).
You know how I used to wonder why I wasn’t one of those cooks who didn’t consume what they made? Well today, I was finally one of them. Inasmuch as I love cupcakes, after baking nearly nine dozen of these…I could barely look at them. My sister calls it baker’s fatigue. That sounds about right.
After icing my last cupcake, I gave myself a pat on the back in the form of a beer. Ahhhhhhh. And this is only the beginning. Good luck to all of us. Now to deliver these babies. Let’s hope for good weather tomorrow.