Ok, you know I had to do it.

Its just not possible to make anything Swedish in my house without indulging in a fair amount of Swedish Chef-speak, and trust me.. There were plenty of "bork bork bork's" uttered this morning in my house.

I know these little cupcakes just look like regular old cupcakes, but they have a story.

They're modeled off of Swedish Princess Cakes.  The marzipan coated, whipped cream iced, raspberry jam and custard filled sponge cake domes that really aren't very common anywhere near where I currently live.

Sure, I've seen them on the internet, and thats exactly where I got the idea to make these cute little cupcakes. They're just like regular princess cakes, only they're bite sized, and filled, instead of layered.



The thing about these cupcakes, is that they're really labour intensive.

Not only do you have to make the sponge cake, but you've got to "soak" it in a sort of sugar syrup. Then fill it with raspberry jam and vanilla custard. Then add a giant mound of sweetened whipped cream, and cover the whole thing in a thin layer of green marzipan. The pink rose is the traditional decoration, and I figured since I put so much work into these little buggers, I might as well keep it simple with the decoration.



But why would I spend my entire morning making a dozen cupcakes, when I could have spent about 10 minutes making a dozen similar ones?

Herein lies a little bit of a story.

You see, my husband currently works for a company which is ran by Swedish people.
Well, I guess that story is a lot shorter than I thought it would be.

Anyways, My husband is quitting his job, and although there have been a few issues with his co-workers, but not anyone that he works with directly, He really likes the people he works with. When he first got the job, the owner of the company, whose name I don't know but I probably couldn't spell anyways, took my husband out to dinner, and told him how great of an employee he is, and how happy he was that they hired him.

Since then, he's called my husband probably once a month just to make sure everything is alright with him. From what I've gathered, this guy is pretty cool.

So, since my husband has been bringing in my cupcakes to work for his co-workers ever since I started this blog, I figure I'd send along a special batch, as Swedish as the boss, for Aaron's resignation day.

I mean, I thought about other Swedish things, but sending packages of Swedish fish to work with him just didn't have the same sentimentality behind it.


The one in front is my favourite...


-A.