As highly profitable as this site is, my team of therapists say I should go to a “regular” job every day just to maintain my mental equilibrium.  It keeps me grounded and in touch with my fellow humans.  It gives me a place to wear my little outfits, as well as a built-in audience to whom I can promote this blog.  Believe me, I’m not there for the coffee.

I’m kidding.  About some of that.  For one thing, this is not profitable.  I also can’t leave you with the impression that I’m mentally unwell.  I have my issues but I do not have a team of therapists.  I just have Mo and she does a great job of straightening me out. 

But I do have a real job and sometimes it infringes on my cooking.  Such has been the case over the past two weeks or so.  Work, plus throwing a graduation party for my daughter and then an unholy planetary alignment that mercifully only happens every few years: my mother’s birthday, daughter’s birthday and Father’s Day all fall on the same day.  Then I went to London. 

 Mommy is tired.

One day in the midst of all of this, however, I made 8 dozen cupcakes.  And I kind of invented Nutella Buttercream.  I say kind of because…I didn’t really.  But I did create my own recipe for it and, if I do say so myself, it’s insanely good.  Seriously, you are going to plotz when you eat this.

This glorious frosting sat atop my go-to Dark Chocolate Cupcake recipe from Cook’s Illustrated’s The America’s Test Kitchen Family Cookbook.