The last time I made cupcakes I was knee-high to a grasshopper staring up from my mothers side as she prepared her delicious creations. My mother seemed so tall and magical in her yellow apron, and I think the spell that she weaved in the baking of her cupcakes has meant that cupcakes have always seemed too ethereal a challenge for me to take on. Creating something so perfect in miniature... But then the other day my mother told me she was actually only 5ft 6 and so the spell was broken. Sod it I thought. If a woman of quite average proportions can produce perfection, then at my full 5ft 6 and a half I'll have a darn good shot at it. This is the first attempt and yes your eyes did not deceive you, they are entirely wheat-free. I wouldn't want to exclude the allergics from the cupcake joy or Christina would be most unamused.
