Jon bought me two bottles of hard-to-find vanilla bean paste that I have been looking for since forever! He also likes vanilla bean scones from Starbucks in which I scolded him for buying it and not asking me to make it first. His birthday was this week so I decided to make him… you got it!! Vanilla bean scones! Good job, detective!
Drooling yet? I can’t look at these pictures because I still have dough and glaze in the fridge and could easily make them right now. But I will not. I cannot. I have to salvage whatever self-control and discipline I have left. I must not. I must not look at this photo anymore… I… stop it! Picture, STOP LOOKING AT ME AND TEMPTING ME WITH YOUR DELICIOUSNESS!!!
He was so happy with these and shared it with everyone at church on Saturday, including one of my kids (Alan) who is 11ish. I think the one Alan ate was a magic scone because it flipped a switch inside his head and for the rest of the night, he kept following me and asked questions about cupcakes, sweets and pastries in general. He asked where my shop is located, what else I can make, what’s in the vanilla scones that make it so delicious. It was so adorable and it made my heart melt
Then, for whatever reason, I decided to make THESE. These delicious, addictive, magical mini cuppycakes of happiness. I fell in love all over again. It’s a mini vanilla cupcake soaked in a Kahlua espresso syrup topped with a whipped chantilly cream. Even when typing that sentence, I closed my eyes and thought about the first time I had that flavour combo and I was taken away again. I’m so thankful I don’t have any left and that they’re all at Gary’s. BTW, Gary is the photographer for my new website (will share details with you later winkwink!). Jon said that these were the “best cupcakes he’s ever tasted from me”. Jon always knows the right thing to say! This wasn’t too sweet because it was topped with chantilly cream (vs heavy buttercream) and Asians with their super-sensitive-sweets-palette can pop a few without feeling guilty. I know this because I was one of them. Dang it!!
On top of combat, I am now doing 3 days of dance and a sports-conditioning class which I am suppose to be kicking butt in but ironically it is kicking MY butt. Since adapting to this new and intense training schedule (which is amazing but my body is sore all the time–the good kind of sore), I started gaining a lot of MUSCLE. I know this because my clothes don’t fit anymore (yay for shopping time!) and people whom I haven’t seen in a while have made comments about how they don’t recognize me anymore… including my shop consultant at my favourite business attire clothing store. Miraculously, I fit into sizes that I’ve never fit into before. Life is pretty good right now! Except this week BECAUSE I have to increase my training sessions because I had um… way too much delicious food in the past few days. I had 2x mini tiramisu cupcakes… and a few *cougH* scones… (omg, if you had them fresh out of the oven dipped in vanilla bean glaze, you’d be all over it too!), grilled cheese sandwich and mango tofu smoothie (mango juice + tofu, blended). SO… good… and so worth the extra training sessions! Hopefully my recent weight gain was because of muscle and not because of the buttery, sugary, deliciousness of sin. Sigh.
I’m doing my physically assessment today to track my progress. WISH ME LUCK!