Well, all great stories start out with ” Once upon a time.” Mine starts with my youngest grandson telling everybody that I am going to make him some cupcakes. I have no idea where he came up with that notion but once it was public record, there was little I could do but make that boy some cupcakes.

Let me back up  and tell you that we have the boys with us at the cabin for spring break and we are having a ball! I seriously think grandchildren keep us young.

So off I go to the grocery to buy a cake mix, icing and cupcake liners and headed back home confident that I would hit this one out of the ballpark. My grandson who could have chosen his Mimi to bake him some cupcakes, had chosen me and I was not going to let him down. Except I did let him down because even though those cupcakes came out looking like first prize at the county fair, they were not chocolate. It’s my fault because I didn’t take the time to find out what kind he had wanted. I need a do over and I am going to get it right this time and maybe he will love them and maybe he wont but this time it will be the cupcakes he dreamed of!

And in closing I have one question. Does anyone want 22 lemon cupcakes? I ate two of them out of frustration!