I am a wallflower. A terrible, terrible wallflower. I stand in the corner by myself and simply smile at people like a mute mime as they brush past me to fill a plate with chips and dip, crackers and cheese, or those little pigs-in-a-blanket concoctions. Since I enjoy those awkward evening oh so much, I usually decline politely and spend the night on my own couch with a slice of chocolate cake instead.
Recently, a group of ladies from work invited me to their Girl’s Night In. Because I barely remembered half of their names, I nearly gave out some late apologetic excuse, but then came the bait that lured me in…
Bring a finger food to share!
And with that, my mind started spinning faster than a hamster in a squeaky running wheel. I could bake! The perfect excuse to try a new recipe (and avoid having leftovers for eight days in a row). Cookies, brownies, fudge balls?…
Or mini cupcakes! To make these cute bite-sized treats absolutely irresistible, I filled them with a little surprise… Sweet raspberry jam.
Although I nervously knocked on the door and shyly partook in conversations, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut once the girls tried and gushed over my cupcakes! Turns out that a few of them enjoy baking just as much as I do, and one girl even considered a career in molecular gastronomy too. Hours later, I left with strained stomach muscles from too much laughter and glowing cheeks from so many compliments.
Who knew that a tiny treat could catalyze such a big change?