Friday, September 24, 2010

Boston Cream Pie Cupcakes

It happens just once a year, every year, on the same day.  You get your very own special holiday, where you are free to revert back to an eight-year-old child and do things a certain way just because you can.  Things like eat ice cream for breakfast, have a bundle of helium balloons follow you around work all day, wear a paper crown. Well, it was his. Celebrations were in order. Last year I made these.  How could I top that?

There were clues all year.  Seconds on dessert at the holiday staff party, certain dinners out, repeatedly getting the same thing when He Never Even Wants Dessert!  That kind of thing. I had an inkling.

Boston Cream Pie it is.