one of my favorite desserts and so easy

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DIY - Ice Cream Cone Cupcakes 

How cute is this recipe, right?! This is by far one of my favorite dessert recipes, specially to make for the little ones. I recently began a new job as an after school educator for an amazing school in the Bay Area teaching cooking, art, and so much more! This week I needed to come up with a quick and fun recipe to engage a class of 3rd and 4th graders, and of course this one came to mind. 

This recipe is incredibly easy to make and very cost effective when you have a large number of hungry kids ($25). I started by pre-making the cupcakes for the students following the directions on the cake mix box the night before. 

HOW TO:

As you can see, I filled up my cupcake trays like you normally would. I then baked them for about 5 minutes, before then placing an ice cream cone directly on top of each cupcake. I found this to be the best method for me. In the past I tried using the ice cream cones as a substitute for the muffins tins, and while the cake mix baked inside the cones, the cones didn’t fluff up like I would have liked them to. So I highly recommend baking them this way. Once the cupcakes were done I cooled them off then packed them up for class. 

On the day of the class, I set out an assortment of different colored frosting, sprinkles, and cherry’s for them to decorate to their liking. Before each student began decorating the cupcake part, they simply removed the muffin foil, and voila, all done! Enjoy! 

XOXO - Drea 

Ps. This makes for a fun activity at a birthday party too! 

My inbox wasn’t turned on but @bry-hears-music asked: can you answer eggplant, cotton candy, robin’s egg blue, wisteria, and glossy grape for the crayola questions??

I’m on mobile so sorry if this doesn’t look super fancy.

🍆 Eggplant: Explain your url and avatar.
When I started my first tumblr, I reblogged a lot of hubble and time lapsed pics of space (and like astronomy).

🍭 Cotton Candy: What is your favorite dessert
Oooh! That ones super super easy. Tiramisu!

🥚Robin’s Egg Blue: If you were an animal, which one do you think would you be?
I think I would be an otter, honestly. They’re so super cute!

🌾 Wisteria: What’s your favorite thing about yourself?
I guess I like how I draw. And my common sense???

🍇 Glossy Grape: Recommend something to your followers.
Hm. I’m not sure. I guess I’d recommend you move behind the barrier.

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Sneak Peek: New Golly fic

Here’s a sneak peek of the new multi-chapter fic I’m working on. I got the idea from the song “Good Directions” by Billy Currington. I plan to have this nearly finished or completely finished before posting, but here’s just a taste. Note that I haven’t proofread it, so ignore any mistakes.

(Thanks to @gailpeckholly for the tip on copy/paste. The Mac laptop was the problem, methinks).

Sneak Peek: Good Directions

She could not believe this was happening. After the month Dr. Holly Stewart had just barely survived, the universe saw fit to heap even more shit upon her head. She was just trying to get away, to erase those horrific images from her mind. But the fates, or whoever the hell was in charge of luck and circumstance, would not cut her any slack.

She pulled off to the side of the two-lane road, her jeep sputtering and smoking as she came to a stop. Resting her head on the steering wheel, she attempted to reign in her emotions, refusing to break until she was sure she’d be alone with her anguish. Once she let herself break, she knew it would be impossible to put a stopper on the flow of emotions. She breathed deeply until she was sure she wouldn’t cry and then opened the door, intent on assessing the damage of something other than her soul.

As she leaned over the engine, hood above her head, Holly was reminded how very little she knew about cars. Smoke wafted around her face, the heat causing her eyes to sting. There was a peculiar hissing noise emanating from inside the mess of mechanical parts. She knew she was beyond her depth. Looking up and down the road, all she saw was trees and grass and a distinct lack of people who could help.

Sighing heavily, she returned to her car, deciding to call roadside assistance, thankful now that she had chosen to pay the little extra monthly charge for the service. Leaving the door to the jeep open, she perched in the seat as she pulled her phone out of the cup holder in the console and glanced at the screen.

No service.

She closed her eyes and dropped her chin to her chest. Of course there was no cell service. Because apparently the limits of what she could handle without cracking were being tested today. She couldn’t stop the tears gathering behind her eyelids as she felt her tenuous hold on her fragile emotional state beginning to slip free.

“Ma’am, is everything okay?”

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