Today I have my pregnancy glucose test.  In honor of that, I would like to share a recipe for Cookies and Cream cupcakes.  Makes sense, no?

Pre-pregnancy I had a MAJOR sweet tooth.  Since becoming pregnant, I haven't wanted sweets as much.  Note, the "as much".  Donuts and chocolate chip cookie dough shakes from Whiteys (our favorite local ice cream shop) have made the list of favorite cravings.  But I only indulge in them about once a week or so.  My co-workers were beginning to complain about the lack of baked goods coming from my kitchen.  There were three work birthdays this past week so I decided I should probably take one for the team and whip up a batch of cupcakes. For this recipe, I combined my favorite cupcake recipe and doctored up a favorite frosting recipe. They were a hit. Here's how to make your own!

Whoopie Pie is such a funny phrase.  So funny that Nate and I had to look up how the phrase originated.  Because we lead exciting lives. 

According to the ever reliable Wikipedia, it's rumored that Amish women would place them in farmers' lunch pails.  When the farmers would find them in their lunches, they would be so excited that they would yell "Whoopie!" 

I can only imagine what they would yell if they found these pumpkin spice whoopie pies.  I've made them a few times already this year.  It's becoming a problem.  A delicious, delicious problem.

Last weekend we hosted our 2nd annual beer tasting party.  It's kind of a big deal. 

If you're new here, Nate and I are extreme introverts.  We actually don't mind hosting parties.  We like people in our home.  Our home is great for entertaining. We like our friends. It's just that people suck all of our energy and it takes us an entire year to recover before we can host another party.

We actually did better this year than in the past.  Maybe we can host something again in the Spring?  Wait, let's not get crazy.

Beings that I am a really good blogger, I took approximately 6 photos from the evening and 4 of those are to blackmail my brother in the future.  (What?  He woke up our entire house full of guests at 5:30am on Sunday.  That deserves some kind of payback.)