Cupcakes Take Over the World!

A couple of weeks ago now, I found an adorable pattern to make a stuffed cupcake on Blah, Blah, Blahhhg, and completely fell in love with it.  It seemed like the perfect thing to make for my nutritionist – She seems to really get a kick out of the knit sweets I bring her in particular.


And so it began innocently enough.  A cute little chocolate cupcake with vanilla frosting, sprinkles, and a cherry.  I was so pleased with it, I began to think it might be nice to have another little guy on hand, you know, in case of birthday present emergencies?  Yeah, that's it…


Almost as soon as the thought had formed in my head, my first cupcaked seemed to almost morph over night.  All of a sudden I now I had two, the second one with mint frosting no less.  It all happened so fast, I wasn't sure if I had even knit them.  That's when I knew I was in trouble, and that was only the beginning… 

I woke up early one morning to the sounds of a struggle coming from the kitchen, and was horrified to discover… Not another cupcake, but something much worse.  Something that threatened the very existance of cupcakes, something so evil, so maniacal, it could only be…


The Blueberry Muffin of DOOM!!!!

I was horrified; What was I to do?  The muffin was insane, he didn't even know what he was saying.  Preaching some gibberish that muffins were just unfrosted cupcakes, and that soon regular cupcakes would be obsolete.  After all, muffins are more acceptable as breakfast food anyway!  As I watched in terror, things only became worse by the minute.


With a hostile look in his… er.. blueberries, he swooped down upon my helpless little cupcakes, intending to destroy each offender of his plan for world domination.  Luckily I was there, and I held him off, his potential victims trembling in his wake.  Still struggling, I had a long chat with the muffin, explaining that we needed both types of baked goods in our world to be whole, that there's no need to be sore over their gorgeous frosting because you have so much to offer on your own.

It took a while for my words to get through to him, but after a few hours of soul search in the quiet of the oven, the he emerged a changed muffin.


Now that they each accepted each other as their own, special and unique pastries, they all became the closest of friends and lived happily ever after.


Erm, anyway.  I added an extra increase row at the beginning of the frosting so that they would puff out a little bit more, and (obviously) added little beads for sprinkles.  With the muffin, I just supersized the pattern – Which came out a LOT bigger than I had intended – And added random bits of chunky blue yarn for the blueberries.

Just remember… Friends don't eat friends!