I don’t drink alcohol but beer has found a horrible but effective way to come inside my body. Through cake. Sneaky fucker.
The recipe I stumbled on tumblr. Curioser and curioser. I had to bake it. I added a cup of Corona to the cake batter but Blue Moon gets the important job done well, too. Or any other beer, I guess. Do you, you know?
Look at these little cakes. Little angelic drunken bastards. They taste really nice, not too sweet and light and fruity. Essentially, they taste like beer and smell like beer. What is not to love? My sisters all drink and you bet I won sister of the year honors when I served these.
Goes to show, sooner or later, we all succumb to beer, which is really, the natural order of the universe.