I admit it: I get bad writers block sometimes.
I hope you all don’t think I’m some walking jokester, always at the ready with some awesome quips and riveting stories.
I’m so sorry to crush your perfect, sparkling vision of me. I really am as beautiful as I look!! Just sometimes, not as clever.
Don’t worry–I’m not like Petermen, desperately purchasing stories from Kramer on Seinfeld. I swear, all this crazy sh*t does happen!
But then sometimes, things don’t happen. Like, I can’t very well create an awesomefantastical story about how I ate watermelon for breakfast. Except that I do still wonder what happens to all those ingested seeds…
And I mean, I could tell y’all the story of when I fainted headfirst off my gynecologist’s exam table because this technically is still news to you guys since I have told the story zillions of times to people I know & they’re all woefully unimpressed, as if crazy girls nose-dive off exam tables every day or something.
(In short: my hoo-ha was being a bitch and so I went to the doc for some answers. But since apparently my lady parts were casting for a starring role in Law and Order with an extra dose of mysterious allure [and by allure, I mean agony], we had no answers and had to do a biopsy. Basically, after the biopsy the doc was kindly explaining the possible outcomes when I closed my eyes and had another sip of my water and woke up sprawled on the floor in a puddle of aforementioned water, bleeding from my eyelid which had been cut in the nose-dive I decided to unknowingly perform off of the (still lifted) exam table. Both my psychopathic lady parts and eye were eventually fine, and to this day, the nurse offers me crackers and juice before my visit and the table is no more than one inch off of the floor. I’m famous, bitches!)
But sometimes, there’s just nothing. I draw a blank. I keep my eyes peeled, my observer glasses on, but nothing happens. And I’m sorry. I wish I lived in a perpetual crazy world where I could be like OMG GUYS GUESS WHAT JUST HAPPENED all the time.
Maybe the moral of this story is I’m joining the circus of nose-diving gynecological patients. Someone has to be the ringleader.
So to kick off the circus, I made some Firecracker Cupcakes. Technically, they’re for the 4th of July, but really, circus, the 4th–who’s counting?
They’re actually super simple to make and totally adorable. Plus, the Poprocks add a fun pop of color and well, a pop. I guarantee kids and adults will love them! Or if nothing else, a gang full of nose-divers.
Firecracker Cupcakes*inspired by this recipe at Kraft Foods
24 mini cupcakes, baked, cooled and frosted
3 pkgs each flavor of Poprocks candy (I used tropical punch, strawberry and blue raspberry)
1 heaping Tbsp coarse sugar sprinkles in each color (e.g., blue sprinkles for the blue raspberry Poprocks, pink sprinkles for strawberry, etc)
1 Pull N Peel Twizzler stick, peeled into individual strips and each strip cut into fourths
1. First, dump all your Poprocks according to color in three ramekins or small bowls. Next, add the coordinating sugars into each of the bowls and stir to combine.
2. Invert a frosted cupcake and dunk it into one of the Poprocks mixtures, gently shaking the ramekin around to thoroughly coat the frosted cake with candy and sprinkles. Remove the cupcake from the ramekin.
3. Gently press a snipped licorice piece vertically into the top of each sprinkled cupcake to look like a “fuse.” And you’re done! These are best served the same day.