I’ve been called a witch.

I remember my good friend @Pam_Wow saying that she has enjoyed “breakfast pizza” from time to time. By my definition, that would be eating a cold slice before noon, but apparently there are eggs involved in her version. Ok, then. I’m always game for something new.

After cleaning out our basement this afternoon – readying a huge pile of stuff we no longer need to be donated – AJ and I went to the grocery store armed with a shiny new recipe from Smitten Kitchen. In our cart full of BOGO meat specialties (shout out to Giant Eagle) was bacon, shallots, a dozen eggs and mozzarella and parmesan cheeses.

I cheated by using a pizza shell purchased on a whim at Penn Mac (shout out to buying local), and got ready to boogie in the kitchen. This wouldn’t take long.

After 15 minutes on the pizza stone, we ate. It was damn good. I pat myself on the back, and started thinking about dessert. Remembering that AJ had said he didn’t like the brand of ice cream we had in the freezer because it was “too creamy,” my culinary lightbulb went off. (What an annoying metaphor. I’m really sorry, but that’s kind of what happened.)

“Ice cream cupcakes,” I said, randomly.

“Really? You can do that?,” he replied.

“I dunno, but I’m gonna try.”

“Right now?!?”

Yup. Right now. I took a simple yellow batter cupcake recipe and figured that two cups of melted cookie dough ice cream with flour, eggs and baking powder would be about right. I mixed it up, added a bit of milk to get the right batter consistency, and put the muffin tin to work.

After just 10 minutes in the oven, they looked FANTASTIC. I could tell by the way they smelled they weren’t going to be too sweet, so I figured we’d need some frosting. Kitchenaid mixer to the rescue, for sure. Some butter, powdered sugar and milk was enough to impress AJ (and frankly, myself. I freaking love that mixer. A fantastic investment.)

At this point I still wasn’t sure about the way they would taste, so as soon as I could pop them into my hot little hands, I globbed on some frosting, which immediately melted, and took a big bite.

Damn, you guys. They were good. A bit muffin-like in texture, I must admit, but the chocolate bits melted nicely. The super sweet frosting was balanced nicely.

I gave AJ the second half, which left him with only one thing to say.

“You turned ice cream into cupcakes. … WITCH!”

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