Anyway. We were talking about how freaking delicious Shirley Temples are, and how I have no qualms about ordering them as a woman of almost 30. I don’t need to be with a group of children to justify it. I don’t need to make excuses for why I’m not ordering a beer instead. I can ask for a Shirley Temple with extra cherries and still feel like an adult. And then I go jump in a ball pit and play hide and seek while avoiding boys with cooties and my day is complete.
|Photo courtesy of The Slacker Gourmet|
|Can we please talk about the level of fluff and puppy belly that’s happening here? Melt.|
But in lieu of a pile of puppies, I recommend making these cupcakes. They’re not too sweet and while they don’t taste like the cupcake incarnate of a Shirley Temple, they are certainly reminiscent of them and give you a good reason to use the juice left in your jar of maraschino cherries instead of pouring it down the drain. Which I’m sure you would never do. And if you ever find yourself about to do that, just mail the bottle to me and I promise you I will use it. Yes, I’m weird. No, I don’t care. Now go make these cupcakes. Seriously, get out of here. GO!