I had a bit of what I’m going to call an out of body experience tonight. I was driving over to the Clarimont Campus to go to the gym, and it was only as I pulled in to the parking garage that I really realized that I had lost the fight I had been having with myself about how I didn’t want to go to the gym, maybe I didn’t need to go to the gym, after all I danced for about 30 pretty energetic seconds on monday, and my feet hurt . . . *poof* GYM.
Writing is often like that, too.
Anyways, there is a reason it’s a good thing I ended up at the gym. Last saturday, I gave a paper in my philosophy class (a seminar on William James), and it was about James and Fechner. Fechner was a psychologist, as was James, so I feel all warm and fuzzy about him, and I opened the paper by saying that I have always associated Fechner with cupcakes. Because a lot of psychologists consider Fechner to be the founder of the modern discipline, and he pinpoints his epiphany to a specific day (October 22nd, 1850 to be exact.) Voila! Psychology birthday! (There are an awful lot of onomatopeia type magic words in this post, I realize.)

I’ve been doing a lot of food and kid-themed school projects lately.
Nikki is becoming concerned that I am regressing.
Eden says, “When are you not regressing?”

[At this point my computer froze because Wordpress is apparently having issues including links in blog posts. You have thus been saved about three paragraphs of witty cupcake repartee and I now commence with the cupcake pictures with little comment. Lucky you.]
Cookie Dough Cupcakes by The Cake Mix Doctor
(http://www.cakemixdoctor.com/recipes/what_kind/cupcakes/cookie_dough_cupcakes_as_seen.php)
Here is the bright yellow batter. That I did not spill…

Here they are ready to go in the oven…

Here they are just out of the oven. Some of them collapsed and had to be doctored with chocolate icing…

Here’s the gooey cookie dough center…

And the final product!!

They were such a hit that I made a double batch for Lizzy’s birthday party. It turned out they were fairly unnecessary because Lizzy, awesomest party hoster ever, had candy or derbs (I don’t feel like looking up how to spell that word corrrectly. You of course know what I mean.)

Lizzy was surprised there was cookie dough in the cupcakes!

No one in this picture is named Sarah.

Everyone loves cupcakes.
Look at JP smirking behind his drink.
He’s not immune.
He would later enjoy a cupcake.

Elizabeth is rarely this cheerful.