My baking job for tomorrow got postponed until Tuesday. Unfortunately, I didn't find out until I had baked all of the cupcakes and frosted/sprinkled half. The birthday boy has the same respiratory virus as my little guy; eleven kids in their school were absent yesterday. Fortunately, the cupcakes are intended for 3-year-olds, who would probably eat frosted rocks, so a couple of days in the freezer won't hurt much.
With extra strawberry cupcake batter, what better chance to try out the new dinosaur pan my dad picked out for my birthday? Frosted dinos are pretty fierce.
To the pain!
You're mine, sucka! Not so fast, bucko. Victory is mine!