They're made with bourbon and beer, so they're automatically awesome.
Today, I’ve got a special treat for you. Well, I have a post about a special treat. You’ll have to actually make the treat yourself.
As you undoubtedly guessed by the title of this post, today I have a recipe for you–and not just any recipe; a cupcake recipe. And not just any cupcakes, either; cupcakes made with beer, and frosted with bourbon. No joke.
This recipe is the brainchild of none other than Matt Kittoe–longtime RFS reader, hilarious writer, RPG geek, and, as it turns out, quite the little baker.
And so, with that said, check out the recipe.
Imagine, if you will, a child of ten years old.
The boy spends a quite sizable amount of his time in seclusion. He sits alone in his room, which, aside from the glow emanating from his television screen on which his eyes are fixed, is shrouded in darkness. His pale hands clutch a Super Nintendo controller, which allows him to direct his party in pursuing Kefka, who has a hatred for existence itself.
The boy only breaks from his adventure to find sustenance in the form of delicious baked treats created by his mother, who was and continues to be the greatest chef in all the land.
This, of course, inevitably led to the boy growing up to be a fat fucking bastard.
As you have (hopefully) guessed, I was that boy. I spent a large portion of my life being physically inactive, choosing to hide out in my room and play Squaresoft games instead of pursuing more active endeavors like playing sports or throwing rocks at cats or whatever it was that normal kids did.
This being a recipe post, I probably shouldn’t get too into my journey from fat to not-so-fat, so to make a long story short, I was bitten by the fitness bug or hit by The Spark or whathaveyou, and now practice a lifestyle that is slightly more physique-friendly than devoting every day to playing WoW until 3:00 am and then taking a trip to McDonald’s for a few Victory Biscuits (which is the name I bestowed upon the poisonous deliciousness that is the sausage, egg and cheese biscuit).
However, still being a little fat kid at heart, I just can’t bring myself to give up those sweet treats that made me so happy as a child. There are of course those that regard such foods as a venom that is never to be consumed lest you immediately fall under The Curse of the Beetus (which can only be removed by praying at the nearest Shrine of the Abz Gods, obviously). I mean, if you can live with that, kudos to you, I guess.
As for me, I’m going to go ahead and not be a self-righteous prick who castigates anyone who eats cupcakes and Oreos. I’m the guy who will sit down and, assuming you’ll share, eat a row or two of those creamy bastards like a human wood chipper, ’cause that shit is delicious.
As long as it’s on a Saturday, of course.
When I first learned of Cheat Days while reading one of Roman’s interviews on T-Nation, I thought he was completely full of shit. Like some magical hormone could possibly stop an entire day of pizza, cereal, pie and burgers from having any impact on body composition.
However, I couldn’t have been more wrong. I don’t actually keep count, but I’m guessing I regularly take in at least 7,000 calories once a week without any repercussions. And that, more than almost anything else in the world, is a beautiful thing.
Having one day a week where I can completely let go of any dietary restrictions is not only keeping me from going insane, it’s given me the chance to flex my creative culinary muscle as well.
And so, without further ado, I bring to you what is possibly my finest creation:
Kittoe actually sent me this recipe sometime over the holidays. Since then, I’ve made the cupcakes twice. Both batches were awesome, but the second one was a bit better, as I was able to gauge consistency a bit better. And, I used a better bourbon.
Anyway, I’ve been intending to post this for some time now, but I’ve been wrapped up with other stuff. I decided to actually get it up on the blog this week, because as it happens, I’m planning to make the cupcakes this Sunday. So, I hope you’ll make them, too, and we can eat our cupcakes together.
It’s gonna be rad.