So last night I was looking forward to a calm, cozy evening in. I’ve been battling a cold these past few days, and I figured some rest would be good for me anyway. I’ve been craving cupcakes, so I mixed up the batter and baked them while I was playing around online. I was planning on making chocolate-peanut butter icing for them (yum! my family has done this for as long as I can remember, and I LOVE it.)

When the cupcakes were finished, I dragged myself down to DVD Dot to rent a movie or two. I decided to have myself a Victor Garber lovefest, and rented The Music Man (the one with Matthew Broderick. VG played the mayor). It was fun, and VG was hilarious. I also rented Godspell, which features a very young Victor as Jesus. Whoa. Weird, weird stuff.

Anyway…when I got home, I began to mix up my icing. I opened up the peanut butter that I’d just bought while grocery shopping last week, started to scoop some out, and Horror of Horrors! I realize that it’s CRUNCHY peanut butter. Now, I used to be extremely prejudiced against crunchy. Wouldn’t eat anything but creamy. In my old age, I’ve come to accept crunchy. I will eat it, but still prefer creamy. However, in this particular situation, crunchy will just not do. I mean, crunchy icing? I don’t think so.

Sigh.

So I ran to Wilson Farms to get creamy peanut butter. And yes, my cupcakes turned out fabulously, thank you. : )