There’s something about a strawberry cupcake that takes me straight back to childhood. Strawberry cake, along with big swirly lollipops, bubbles, candy buttons (anyone else?), and crayons. While the others are a given, I’m not sure why strawberry cake does it for me. I don’t even remember eating a strawberry cake when I was little. It doesn’t sound like something my mom would make me. And forget that pink instant cake box. While I would clearly eat it, I’m sure my mom wouldn’t lay a finger on it.
For my roommate’s birthday this year, I took a shot at strawberry cupcakes. My roommate also loves strawberry cake. To be honest, who wouldn’t like it? Especially these cupcakes studded with actual strawberries rather than flavoring or syrup or food coloring. The raw cake batter was delicious. I almost didn't want to bake them.
Also, are pink things usually more delicious? I’m not that girl that likes everything pink, but I think since cupcakes are already cute, pink just seals the deal. Maybe cupcakes were made to be pink. Maybe all the pink is part of the reason these cupcakes take me back to when I was a little girl. Oh, you suggest a heart shaped strawberry on top? Oh what a good idea!
Also, are pink things usually more delicious? I’m not that girl that likes everything pink, but I think since cupcakes are already cute, pink just seals the deal. Maybe cupcakes were made to be pink. Maybe all the pink is part of the reason these cupcakes take me back to when I was a little girl. Oh, you suggest a heart shaped strawberry on top? Oh what a good idea!
They were perhaps the girliest thing I have ever made, for a not so girly friend, and by a not so girly me, but luckily they were awesome. I think even the manliest of men would enjoy a little strawberry cupcake with pink frosting and a heart garnish!
Make them! And prepare to let your inner child out to play! Maybe keep some crayolas nearby...