These cupcakes remind me of when I was a kid and my mom would take me to Sizzler for any and all special occasions because it was my absolute favorite restaurant. All you can eat salad bar with breaded and fried chicken wings (no sauce), build your own tacos/nachos, and all you can eat shrimp? You can’t go wrong with any of that. Back to these Black and White Cupcakes though, they remind me of those trips to Sizzler because at the end of the all I could eat binge-a-thon, I would then turn to the dessert table, convincing myself to make room for even more food, but let’s be honest, I didn’t have to work that hard to convince myself to eat dessert. I was a kid for crying out loud. I’d always have the chocolate and vanilla frozen yogurt swirled together, as much as the cup could feasibly hold. I’d then top it with hot fudge sauce and sprinkles and chopped nuts. That swirl of chocolate and vanilla reminds me of the frosting on top of these cupcakes. That’s not where the inspiration came from though. These were born out of my love of black and white cookies. The classic New York cookie, but in cupcake form. Definitely something you can get behind and should right away.
This post is dedicated to my fiancé, who has a birthday today! We had to celebrate earlier in the week because I’m currently in New Orleans working, but before I left I made these cupcakes for him because if there is something that Julian can not get enough of it’s sweets. The man has the biggest sweet tooth I’ve ever seen, and so that he wouldn’t be faced with the difficult decision of choosing between chocolate or vanilla, I figured the best thing to do is combine the two together into one cupcake. The best of both worlds. So Happy Birthday to the greatest fiancé on earth who never minds running out to grab an ingredient that I’ve inevitably forgotten. And always acts like everything I’ve cooked or baked is the greatest thing he’s ever eaten, even if we both know it’s not. Constantly saying, “This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten,” after each and every time he eats the food I put on the table. Everything can’t be the best thing he’s ever eaten, but it doesn’t stop him from saying it, and secretly I wouldn’t want him to. You can bet that after he ate one of these cupcakes, like clockwork, they were the best cupcakes he’s ever eaten. So you have to make and eat them for yourself, as a birthday gift to Julian. It’s what he would want.
(P.S. Napoleon was not having the moment. Not having the cupcakes. NOT HAVING ANY OF IT!)