I love to read.
Books are an escape from reality; a means of relaxation for me. I could and would sit in a corner with a cup of tea and read all the livelong day if time - or life - allowed me to. In fact, I'm known to have several books going at once and can keep up with each story line and character. It's one of those not-so-much-useless-but-kinda-is talents I was blessed with, like remembering every birthday and phone number from my entire third grade class. However, when I need to buy something like cranberry juice at the grocery store, despite having it written on my shopping list, my kids reminding me to buy it five minutes before I head out, and walking right past it in the aisle, I still forget to buy it.
I don't have a favorite type of read, per se, but I do tend to gravitate towards historical romance novels. There's something about the way the author projects life in that era that's so innocent and sweet, yet dark and delicious.
The only books I have a really hard time sitting down with are those non-fictional, heart wrenching, in the trenches kind of stories. Stories so true to life, so in your face, I am left completely choked up after several chapters in or find myself staring up at the ceiling at two o'clock am, praising God I was born where I was, trying to figure out a way I can make a difference to those hurting. I'm certainly not ignorant about the goings on around me, I just know awful things depicted in said books happen every day in war-torn or poverty-stricken countries and it truly breaks my heart into a thousand pieces.
With summer halfway over, I haven't really had the chance to kick up my heels and dive into a good book like I would have hoped to, although I did bang through Sylvia Day's Crossfire Novel Series books quite quickly, certainly no pun intended. I will say, despite the fact that these particular books are well written with a decent story line, they could probably make Ron Jeremy blush. Probably.
Although I couldn't tell you how many books I've read in my lifetime, I can tell you the best read to date was Me Before You by Jojo Moyes. I ABSOLUTELY love her as an author, but this particular novel of hers left me sobbing in tears. In fact, I was so moved, I thought about it for weeks after I read it. It is so powerful, yet beautifully written. I've yet to find a story that can captivate me as this did.
Speaking of captivating, these cupcakes will definitely captivate the mind, body, and taste buds. Sweet and innocent on the outside, dark and delicious on the inside.
They're that good, it's almost scandalous.
OATMEAL CREME PIE CUPCAKES
You can totally use a favourite honemade cake recipe for this as well. I doctored this cake mix up to make it dense enough to hold the oatmeal cream pies inside.
1 box white cake mix
4 large eggs, at room temperature
1 cup sour cream
½ cup melted butter
½ cup rolled oats
3 tablespoons brown sugar
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
24 Oatmeal Creme Pies - such as Little Debbie
Marshmallow Buttercream Frosting:
1 cup unsalted butter, at room temperature
1 7-ounce jar marshmallow fluff
3 cups powdered sugar
1 tablespoon pure vanilla extract
Preheat oven to 350ºF. Line two 12-cup muffin tins with paper liners.
Remove oatmeal pies from cellophane and cut out circles so the pies will fit into liners. Eat scraps before children, husband, or loved one see.
Prepare cake mix according to my recipe. Once well blended, place about a tablespoon of batter on the bottom of the paper liners. Place the cut out oatmeal pie in the center of cup and press down slightly so batter oozes up. Top with remaining cake batter.
Bake for 18-20 minutes. Remove from oven and transfer cupcakes to wire rack to cook completely.
To make marshmallow frosting:
In a mixing bowl, beat together butter and marshmallow fluff until creamy. Add in vanilla and slowly incorporate powdered sugar in until frosting comes together.
Spread or pipe frosting onto cooled cupcakes and sprinkle with a dusting of cinnamon-sugar over top, if desired.