And today is her day.
To honor this outstanding lady, I MUST share pictures of her latest creation.
Let me back up. Have I ever mentioned that I married into a family of kitchen geniuses? Roger can grow an heirloom tomato like you wouldn't believe. Kelley can throw together a tray of cheese and pickles that absolutely should be it's own food group. My husband can kill, grill, and smoke meat that could convert even the strictest vegan to a blood-lovin' carnivore. And Becky, oh Becky. That woman can take a five-star recipe and make it ten times better. Don't ask me how. And don't even get me started on the amount of weight I've gained since being welcomed into my husband's family. I proudly wear some extra junk in my trunk thanks to their cooking and baking (and thanks to the two babes who were cut from my womb).
But I digress.
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Could you not die? Have you ever seen anything so adorable in your entire life? She threw them together for a recent Memorial Day gathering, and when we arrived at her house in the early afternoon, that tray was already sitting out. I kid you not, we found Henry's nose only inches away from the tray several times throughout the day. He was aching for one of those cupcakes. And by golly my boy must have some serious self-control (he doesn't get it from me) because he went all day without even touching one of those deliciously tempting cupcakes.
And when we finally devoured dinner and declared it time to eat dessert, it was the most bittersweet consumption of dessert I ever did see. It was terribly painful to destroy Becky's artwork with each bite, but oh my heavens, they were absolutely worth the wait. Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum.
Thank you, Becky. Thank you for e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. Being a part of your family has been more than worth every extra pound :)
P.S. I should mention that no one has ever actually forced me to eat any of the Hooper's insanely awesome tomatoes, cheese, pickles, meat, cupcakes, or, well, you get the idea. I suppose the extra junk-in-my-trunk actually has less to do with this family of kitchen geniuses and more to do with my lack of self-control. But really, can you blame me?