Tiramisu Cupcakes

Some of you may know that I don't really eat cake. I've mention this before and I know it makes me look like a bigger fraud than Mona but it's true. This means, however, that I will only make cake that is so good that even I want to eat it.

You can ask any member of my family, 80% of the time when I'm baking I yell at the food like it's just cheated on me and throw it away. Then I paint my nails, which is risky because when I fuck that up they're attached to me so all I can really do is yell at my hands. Makes me feel like I know Edward Scissorhands' pain.

So that's why these cupcakes are special. Not only are they cake, but they are coffee flavoured cake. I fucking hate coffee flavoured anything. The only thing I hate more than coffee flavoured things is denim miniskirts. But that's a whole other issue.

Not only did I eat this motherfuckers. I loved them. They're so moist, so alcoholic, and taste like a Starbucks/Hummingbird lovechild. I want to adopt that lovechild.
 I literally spent more time eating them than Tulisa did that poor man's penis. (I can't remember his name properly, but honestly if you suck off someone who's name starts with DJ, you shouldn't be that appalled when he's not the perfect gentleman after.)

I'm going to get back to the cake soon, but first I'm going to talk about myself. And there's nothing you can do about it. I've had a very interesting couple of weeks.

I broke up with my boyfriend of 3 years, but don't worry in the words of Beyonce:
 'I'm not gonna blast you on the radio, I'm better than that.' (I feel that blogging is the 2012 equivalent of the radio)

I still care for the boy deeply, possibly not as much as I do his sisters but I can't help that. Either way it's been a very interesting time finding out what single life is about for possibly the first time in my life. I've been taught by my friends (and Carrie) a fair amount.

For example, Casey has taught me never to get with anyone below an 8...which is fine if you look like Casey.

I've also been taught by Kunal to stop hate-chirpsing people. For example I produced the following pickup line on Monday night 'oh you're French? I hate French guys. No, you're not an exception.' (It worked though)

Other than this sage wisdom I'm morealess just having a fuckload of fun with my last few weeks of term. WAH. I'm honestly going to miss it so much seeing as I will be spending all of Easter surrounded by Matza and my inappropriate family who need to stop sharing information about their sex lives. That means you Grandma.

...slut

There's so much more going on but honestly I will bore you to death. I'm going to post the recipe tomorrow because I can't be fucked right now.

THIS BIT'S ACTUALLY ABOUT CAKE
Just going to briefly explain what these beautiful little cupcakes are about. Aside from heaven.
They are Tiramisu cupcakes, gorgeous vanilla sponge with Kahlua and coffee soaked centres with a layer of Kahlua cream in the middle and on top. (I made the Kahlua myself because I'm a badman raised by alcoholics).

Here's a couple more pictures so you get the gist: