Be-Bop Boo-Bob Rhubarb Cupcakes!

I've made Rhubarb crisp, heard of Rhubarb jam and even Rhubarb pie,

but never have I ever imagined a Rhubarb cupcake.

It happened though.

 It was one of those recipes you try because you have to.

By knowing the recipe exists the gauntlet has been cast down.

I had no choice.

For those who don't know when someone-or in this case

-something-

throws down the gauntlet the challenge must be accepted.

There is no turning back.

The gauntlet throwing is like a double-dog-dare,

on steroids!

Scary stuff man.

Scary stuff.

 I whipped this together last night

doing my cooking dance around the kitchen

while listening to NCIS from the other room.

 Then magic happened.

Magic always happens when I bake,

but especially so when making Rhubarb.

Turning something that is rather (SUPER-DUBPER!) tart

into a dessert seems unnatural.

The kind of thing only magic (of the Harry Potter variety) can achieve.

They were good.

A do-again for sure.

May the force be with you.

Kokie

PS: In case you noticed, which you probably did because you are, of coarse, very astute (being one of my blog readers you must be-also you're beautiful-thought you should know), I capitalized Rhubarb. Because it is a regal fruit(?).

As noted to make it into things requires magic (and sugar-lots of it.)

But it also requires respect-as all ingredients do-so they will work together for me.

Thats why I capitalize Rhubarb, just in case you were interested/worried about me/puzzled/intrigued. 

PPS: This post with all of its silliness is what happens when a tired girl gets a hold of the world wide web to explain how magical baking can be.