Well okay, our husbands were somewhat involved, but there we are with our babies. (And our early 1990’s clothes.) I have no idea what happened, but all of the sudden our babies are gigantic. Here is my baby…
And here is her baby. (He’s standing with her other baby, because Lynne is always one step ahead of me. I love that about her.)
Anyway, she reminded me that her baby is now turning 17 (which is just plain impossible but apparently true) and one of his favorite desserts is Boston Cream Pie. This matches his favorite sports team (the Boston Red Sox) and where he wants to go to school (Boston University). The kid once had a guinea pig named Nomar Garciaparra, for Pete’s sake. (Baseball fans will know what this means. The rest of you…never mind.)
Long story short, she NEEDED the recipe. The recipe at that point was a twinkle in my eye…I hadn’t gotten any further than waking up, thinking “Boston Cream Pie Cupcake, ” stumbling into the kitchen and typing my stream of consciousness thoughts onto Facebook. But with his birthday one short week away, I sprang into action, and a few hours later I had these.
Because when your friend with whom you have baked cookies/taken piano lessons/gotten married/had babies says she needs you, that’s what you do. Especially when her beautiful baby boy is turning 17, when I’m sure it was just last week that I was holding him in my arms.
So happy birthday, handsome Christopher. Love your mama and love you.