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Square Chocolate Cupcakes with Cream Filling

My cousin does a blog where every Friday he hosts Food Friday.  He's a great cook, and documents everything he does with great detail.  It inspired me, but only a little, so here's my recipe for Square Chocolate Cupcakes with Cream Filling, a couple of pics from a cell phone, and it's Thursday morning... close enough.


I bought my wife this cool Square Brownie Pan from Pampered Chef.  Her aunt sells Pampered Chef (she's actually one of the top national salespeople) so I got Kristen a couple things for Christmas.  I might do other food posts in the future, but then again, I might just eat the food and forget the blog.


If you're interested in picking up the Square Brownie Pan, it's 19 bucks.  Considering the price of most Pampered Chef items, it's one of the best values.  If you don't have a local rep, you can buy it through Cindy Inch.  The link I provided above gives her a commission.  (Of which, I'm sure I get nothing.)

Step One:  Buy yourself a brownie pan.  This one is cool, because it makes individual brownies or cupcakes.  If you like the corner pieces of brownies you'll love it.  You get four corners, and no middles.

Step Two:  Buy yourself a cupcake mix.  See, told you this was easy.  Hey, as you can see, I spent a whopping $0.79 on this one. The way I figure, that's only seven cents per brownie, unless you include the cost of the pan.  Crap, now my brownies are a buck and a half.  Please click on one of my ads at the right so I can pay for these brownies.


Steps Three through Five:  Read the instructions, slacker.  They're on the box.  The pictures below will walk you through it.


Step Six:  Break one of the brownies open and place it conveniently next to a brownie that isn't broken.  Take a picture and blog about it.  Post a picture on Pinterest and beg people to visit your blog and click on an ad.


That's how to make a bunch of money with seventy-nine cent cupcakes!  You're welcome.

Special thanks to Kristen Tweed who took these photographs.  Actually, she also mixed up the brownies.  Actually, she did pretty much everything and emailed me the pictures.  I, however, am completely responsible for the rambling.  I'm a talented writer, even with my mouth full of chocolate awesomeness.

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