Red Velvet cupcakes

Spurred on by descriptions of long French lunches and dinners from the book I've been reading, I had a bit of a cooking frenzy yesterday afternoon. One of the things I made was the much-heard-about-but-never-tried red velvet cupcake.

After tasting, The Child and The Husband declared me baking genius. I, however, don't really get what the fuss is about, but cupcakes don't really get me excited in general. Here's the very easy recipe, should you be interested.

I feel a burst of pastry making upon me and am thinking lemon tarts, should we ever get through the cupcakes.

NB: The photo taken from Caffe Positano in the last post was snapped by The Child, who also happened to be the only one of us who managed to take a decent photo of the Eiffel Tower.

I've now finished reading A Family in Paris and mostly very much enjoyed it. If the publisher had labelled and marketed it as a memoir, the fact that the Paris stay was quite some time ago wouldn't have been a problem as someone's experiences aren't necessarily diminished by time. The problem was the expectation that the story was a recent one and then you quickly realise the young children you're reading about would actually be adults now, which is confirmed at the end of book.

I think the publishing company has done the author a bit of a disservice in this respect.