Are these not the most adorable baseball cupcakes you've ever seen in your life? I know, hold your applause, and I will look away modestly. I may not be giving Duff Goldman any competition, but in my house today, especially in the eyes of my newly nine-year-old son, I am the "Ace of Cupcakes"!

But like most things in life, if I only showed you the good stuff, you would have a false idea of my culinary talents, and that's sort of scummy. So, in the interest of equal time, let me share with you my lovely pretzel jello:

Somehow, I managed to get the jello UNDER the pretzel layer, the pretzels in the middle, and the cream cheese and berries laying naked and exposed on top. The potluck gods would have my head!

Honestly, I thought that by the time I had reached my advanced age and skill level in the kitchen, I would not have this type of outcome anymore. Maybe it's just God's way of keeping me feeling young and inexperienced, like adult acne or bad hair days. Boy, if that's the case, I think I'm regressing to about age 5!

Now, here are three things that I made that I'm positive will turn out well: