Damn, that was easy...

Seriously.  Thse cupcakes were cute and easy, and I highly recommend them.  If you are at all so inclined, just look at the photo and copy it, that's what I did.  I just wish I'd been able to find black decorating sugar so I could put salt and pepper on there...

These are already loaded into my fancy schmancy new cupcake holder. the brown Cupcake Carousel, that I love.

Anyway, here's the image that started it all:

the clipping that was left for me.  Also, look at my super white skin and the awesome circa 1950s tile.  This blog has something for EVERY fetishist.

Corn.

I walked into my classroom last Thursday and set my stuff on the cabinet I use as a desk.  I began setting my lunch stuff on the shelf, sorting the items I brought for the kids to use and then began reorganizing the cabinet, as is my daily ritual.  And then, I see it.  A picture cut from a magazine of corn-on-the-cob.  So, I pick it up and carry it to my recycle and then, I notice.  It's not corn on the cob.  It's freaking cupcakes.

I check around with coworkers to figure out which one left it there.  My love of cupcaking isn't a secret.  And instead of an admission, I got a ton of coworkers who wanted to eat those cupcakes.

So today, I'm going to make them.  Here's a picture similar to the one cut out:

Watch this space for more info.