Crash!

6:51 am

Scene: the bedroom, where Scott and Jamie are nestled snug in their bed

A loud noise rouses them from their slumber.

Could it be Santa on the roof? Or at the door?

Scott goes to investigate. When he doesn't return with a report in a minute, Jamie goes out to see what's wrong. As she opens the door to the living room, she sees a hand pop up from the sink area, holding the remnants of what was once a beautifully decorated confection. "Cupcake?"

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For the past few years, Scott and I have had a post-it note on the fridge with a recipe for pumpkin cake. He made it once, and the note never got filed with the rest of the recipes. So we decided to make the cake with my cream cheese frosting. And ultimately, we decided to do cupcakes instead of a 13x9 or layer cake for optimal frosting-to-cake ratio. Scott made the cupcakes, I made the frosting, and we piped the frosting using zip-top bags.

We had some Tuesday night, we had some for breakfast yesterday, and I had one as a mid-afternoon snack. There was no room in the fridge, so we had them sitting out on a baking sheet. The baking sheet was moved off the stove yesterday to keep out of the way of dinner preparations and was balanced precariously on top of a vase on the counter.

As you may have guessed, we forgot to move the baking sheet before we went to bed.

And you know how the kitten loves to go where she's not supposed to be.

As you may have also guessed, all of the cupcakes landed icing-down.

We considered scraping off the hairy frosting and piping new frosting on (since the recipe made about twice as much as we needed). Ultimately, I decided that God didn't want us to eat that junk food, and re-frosting them would bring bad juju to our home.

May your holiday feasts not suffer the same fate!