Charles and I made cupcakes one night this week. It was the first time that I can remember when I've let him eat cake batter (I hope his 28 lbs is enough to fight off a small case of salmonella), and it did not disappoint, as far as he was concerned. It took a few days for us to get around to making the chocolate frosting to go with the vanilla cupcakes, but I assure you that he enjoyed that endeavor as well.
