Today these Pumpkin Biscoff Cookie Cupcakes are bittersweet. I am at my baking best when the cake, pie, or sweet loaf I am creating is actually meant as a substitute for actual words or feelings I don’t quite feel up to expressing face-to-face. Unexpressed sentiment has always been my secret ingredient. It elevates baked goods to a glowing level of transcendence. Just one tablespoon (or two) of I’m Sorry For The Less Than Warm Welcome To The Neighborhood makes an ordinary chocolate bread into a loaf capable of kick-starting a new best-friendship. Similarly, my grandmother’s very ordinary Christmas cookie recipe takes just a dash of I Miss Her Too added while the butter and sugar is creaming for my dad to get a bit misty eyed each year when I deliver him a batch.
So its no surprise then that these pumpkin biscoff cookie cupcakes delivered such rave reviews at the office ’cause I loaded them with several heaping dollops of This Place Won’t Be The Same Without You.
You know I must feel quite fondly for you if I volunteer to bake for you on a weeknight. The work day is hard and long enough, usually extending until half past seven, so I rarely have the energy to wait another two hours for a stick of butter to soften. When I have something important to say to the right person however I will stop at Starbucks on the way home so I can get busy all night.
These Pumpkin Biscoff cupcakes were for a “goodbye” lunch buffet held at the office for a lovely lady whom sadly no longer works at my office. After several years of greeting me each morning with a smile I didn’t always return (I’m not a morning person) our beloved receptionist Megan has decided it is time for her to move on. Her extreme competence redefined what it meant to be a “receptionist” and I will miss her not just because her skills walked out the door but because she took her warmth and always cheery attitude with her.
For her tireless service Megan had earned the highest honor fellow employees can bestow on a beloved co-worker who is leaving: a potluck.
And since Megan had always managed to save me a cupcake (or two) over the years from the many batches she herself hatched for the many work potlucks and baby showers -I knew there was only one thing I could bring: a cupcake. It seemed only fair.
Pumpkin Biscoff Cookie Cupcakes
Megan (l) shows off the cupcake she inspired. Sunny’s (r) mom took one home.