Frosting is the perfect, sweet mix of butter, sugar, and milk. A white butter cream slopped in gobs on top of a deep chocolate cupcake is enough to send any toddler screaming with delight, and her mother too for that matter.
The process of creating frosting is pure fun.
On one particular day, my little one became the frosting.
She unwrapped the butter quarters, plopped them into the mixer, and watched as the wire whip cut and creamed the hard butter into yellow fluff. She helped measure the sugar- well, she poured it into a measuring cup and purposefully made it overflow onto the counter. Her eyes increased in size as she stuck her finger deep in the middle.
“Yum! Can I do that again, Mommy?” She grinned.
“We need to make sure we have enough for the frosting,” I said.
“Oh, okay.” She momentarily understood. Though, the overflowing sugar part of the process was especially wonderful, the final product would be ecstasy- if she could wait that long.
The butter, sugar, dash of vanilla, and milk spun in a dizzy dance. She leaned over the mixer and reported several times, “I think it’s done.”
Each time I checked, her level of anticipation increased; she leaned into the mixer more, her knees dug into the counter, and her feet tapped the stool.
At last, the creamy treat was ready.
“MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY!” She was frenetic. Heaven was within her grasp- inside a shiny, aluminum bowl. “Can I please lick the bowl?”
“Of course!” While I spread the frosting on top of the warm cupcakes, she sat on the stool with the bowl between her legs. Frosting covered her hair, her cheeks, her shirt, both legs, and some became toenail polish.
She officially became my cupcake.
To save this event for posterity I created the Simply Chickie t-shirt design “I am the frosting.”
She is the frosting on my life.