Caramel Apple Cupcakes and Kurt Vonnegut

Once upon a time, I was an RA in a building full of college freshmen. I was on staff with some of the best people I've ever known, and we decided that these freshmen needed a book club. So we pooled our list of good books, good authors, and meaningful takeaways, and bought 40 copies of Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut. A few weeks later, we held a rousing book club and spent the rest of the night patting ourselves on the back for how engaging it was and how great mentors we were for facilitating such an intellectual evening. About an hour after our book club wrapped up, my fellow RA Evan, who had waxed poetic about the book and Vonnegut and the ~message~ within the book over the course of our discussion, announced that he in fact had not read the book at all, effectively squashing any warm fuzzy feelings that had been bubbling up inside of my book nerd self.

 Us discussing books we've pretended to read, probably.

Us discussing books we've pretended to read, probably.

That was the end of the book club, but it was not the end of RA Evan and Vonnegut co-existing in my life. For graduation, Evan and I coincidentally both got each other Vonnegut books, either because by that point, he had finally read Cat's Cradle and it made an impression or because he still hadn't and wanted to drive that joke all the way home. Today's book, God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater, is the book he got me, and it was in fact he who sent me today's recipe, Caramel Apple Cupcakes, along with a sweet note that boosted my confidence in my baking abilities to dangerous heights. 

So here's today's post, brought to you by RA Evan, reminding us all that it's easy to believe in your friends, whether about a book they claim to have read and loved or about their ability to bake cupcakes without a breakdown. Turns out, both were lies. Just kidding. Kind of.

 The cupcakes turned out pretty well, and so did we.

The cupcakes turned out pretty well, and so did we.