Today is my mama’s birthday! Yay!
She is turning 25. Don’t worry about numbers.
Okay, you’re probably worrying about numbers. She’s not actually four years older than me. That’d be impossible and very weird. But age doesn’t really matter, right?
She looks and acts young at heart without being one of those creepy moms.
You know the kind… the ones that normal, nice moms usually ask their daughters or husbands “am I trying to hard?” and they’re really not but they’re afraid they look like the creepy moms that do.
The creepy moms who wear their younger daughter’s clothes, flirt with the high school football players and whose skin is constantly bronzed and boobs are perpetually still.
Like Amy Poehler’s boobs in Mean Girls.
My mom is a cool mom, but she’s not the creepy-cool mom, which I’m thankful for.
Over the years, we’ve had some differences, but ultimately, I’m thankful she is the way she is. I’d much rather deal with our minor differences than dealing with mom stealing my underwear or plotting a breakup between Jessie and I so she could swoop in on him.
Weird stuff right there, people.
And the sad part is, I actually know people whose moms are like that.
My mom plays Lady Gaga in the car, wears jeans that fit, gets fun pedicures and dresses nicely. She’s the only woman I’ve seen who pairs army-colored cargo pants with a red shirt and makes it look cute. And she has great taste in shoes–read: cute sandals, patterned flats and appropriate heels. I don’t have the mom who arrives to parent-teacher conferences in lucite platforms and a cargo micro-mini skirt.
During our mall adventures, she’s always double-checking with me to make sure she isn’t “trying too hard” or that her outfit looks okay with her body type. She isn’t trying to weasel her way into hot pants and doesn’t pretend like a cleavage-bearing top is appropriate for work.
She gave up that gig yeeeears ago. Only kidding!! 🙂
Anyway, today’s my momma’s birthday and however old she’s turning, she’s still the prettiest and coolest mom ever. And I’m glad she doesn’t borrow my clothes because I’m really possessive over them and it makes life significantly easier not to hate her over wearing my fave dress.
So in honor of her birfday, I’m posting cupcakes. Ironically, cupcakes she doesn’t like because her only fault is she dislikes oatmeal-stuff (so weird, I knowwwww), but cupcakes nonetheless.
(Don’t worry, she got her plain vanilla and then some)
But if you do like oatmeal-stuff, you’ll enjoy these. The texture from the oatmeal is unexpected, and the frosting is AHMAZING. Brown sugar buttercream with cinnamon sugar? Totes flavorful and perfect with the oatmeal chocolate chip cake.
Seems like a perfect excuse to make them if you ask me!
1 box yellow cake mix
1/2 cup oil
1 & 1/4 cup water
1 small box sugar free/fat free vanilla instant pudding mix
1 cup quick cooking oats
1 cup mini chocolate chips
Brown Sugar Buttercream (recipe & ingredients follow)
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Line 2 muffin pans with 24 paper liners. Set aside.
2. In a large bowl, beat together the cake mix, eggs, oil and water until blended. Stir in the pudding mix until combined. Lastly, by hand, stir in the oats and mini chocolate chips.
3. Portion batter evenly among muffin tins, about 2/3 full, and bake for approx. 15-17 minutes or until a toothpick inserted near the center comes out clean. Cool completely.
Brown Sugar Buttercream
1/4 cup brown sugar
2/3 cup butter, room temperature
1 tsp vanilla extract
About 4 cups powdered sugar
2 tsp cinnamon
1 Tbsp sugar
1/2 cup mini chocolate chips
1. In the bowl of a stand mixer, beat together the brown sugar, butter and vanilla until combined and creamy, about a minute. Gradually add the powdered sugar, about a cup at a time, until light and fluffy.
2. Beat in the cinnamon and sugar until combined.
3. Pipe onto cooled cupcakes and garnish with mini chocolate chips. Store any leftovers in the fridge, covered, up to 2 days.
Happy Birthday, Mom! I love you!
And everyone else, have a great day!