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Making cupcakes with Ruben - a step by step guide



Tomorrow is my superheros birthday. Ruben is turning 11 years old. Where has the time gone?!
This post is about Jacques' little brother, Ruben, who is his best friend and protector.

We had a blast making his class cupcakes. Ruben is such a unique, quirky kid, and I love that about him. He once again showed me what a funny and happy kid he is. My youngest son was truly born to stand out, not to fit in, and to shine his beautiful, bright light for the whole world to see.
Our cupcake making has become a tradition for us, and I love this special "us time" every year.

Here follow Rubens step by step guide for baking the best cupcakes in the universe:

Pre-heat the oven... 

The ingredients... 

Add the sugar to the butter... 

Mix with a smile... 

Break the eggs... 

Huh??? 

Add eggs with evil grin... 

Mix again... 

More mixing... 

Thumbs up... 

Even more mixing... 

Place the cupcake holders into cupcake pans... 

Place cupcakes in the pre-heated oven... 

Clean the bowl... 

Make sure it's super clean... 

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