Over the past year, my daughter Avonlea and I developed a love (a.k.a. an obsession) for the cupcake world of Georgetown Cupcakes. It all began with the TLC reality show DC Cupcakes which Avonlea discovered while browsing through Netflix listings.
The show features sisters/business partners Sophie Kallinis LaMontagne and Katherine Kallinis Berman running their Georgetown Cupcake shop in Washington, D.C. A more fitting name for the cupcakery could be “Dysfunction Cupcake Junction”, as there are baking and staffing hijinks galore.
DC Cupcakes became a hit for TLC; it was renewed for two more seasons and the sisters’ business grew from one store to six. As their success grew, the Kallinis sisters appeared on the the Martha Stewart Show, Today, and the holy mecca of shows, Oprah. They’ve had two books published, The Cupcake Diaries and Sweet Celebrations, and Avonlea owns both of them. She has thumbed through them so many times that many of the pages are coming out.
Avonlea reveres these two sisters, and she has gotten a big kick out of analyzing their contentious and loving interactions on the show. Avonlea has one sister, and sometimes they play together beautifully and sometimes, oh boy, they do not. When the lovely moments between the girls happen, I gaze at them feeling that all is right in the world. But when they travel to the dark side together with their yelling matches resulting in time-outs, I want to pull out my hair and scream right along with them. Although the Kallinis sisters are several decades older than my girls, they have similar sisterly dynamics.
To some extent, “DC Cupcakes” has been surprisingly educational for both me and Avonlea. We’ve learned the value of baking precision, decorating techniques, and we’ve been entertained along the way by the colorful Georgetown Cupcake staff members. (My favorite one is Andres, the lead baker – he always makes me laugh.) The often ridiculous dilemmas dreamed up by the TLC production company are fun to watch and the sisters often bake projects that benefit worthy charities.
To add icing to the cupcake, the Kallinis sisters have their mother, who everyone in the store calls “Mommy”, come work for them. I’ll just say that Mommy is lovable, but more-than-a-bit spacey and sometimes annoying. She has a loving, respectful relationship with her two daughters, and I think it’s healthy for Avonlea to watch the depiction of a (mostly) positive mother-daughter relationship. (But no one walks on water in this show! Otherwise it would be a snooze-fest.)
Ever since Avonlea was given the Kallinis sisters’ cupcake books, she has gotten into the habit of reading them before bedtime and sleeping with them under her pillow. This nightly tradition has moved me deeply. I love that my daughter, the child of two writers, insists not only on bedtime reading but putting both books under the pillow as a talisman. No tattered teddy bears, or baby blankets for her – she has full-size, hardback books.
Marilla is now asking to read one of the cupcake books before bedtime, and it’s touching for me to see how one sister influences the other. While I don’t harbor dreams of my daughters opening a business together unless they choose too, I hope that they have a close relationship in the years to come. Craig and I will do everything that we can to foster such a bond.
God forbid, if either of our girls inherit a genetic predisposition for bipolar, I want them to be there for one another in a big, big way. (As much as is possible without either of them becoming too codependent, that is.) I’m still hoping that a bipolar disorder cure happens in their lifetime. They’ve already been through enough bipolar-related agony as it is with me.
When they are older, I want to teach them that if anything ever happens to either of them mental-health-wise, the only choice to make is to show up for one’s sibling while protecting one’s own mental wellness as much as possible.
This tale started out sweet, and then it became salty when I brought up bipolar disorder. (I couldn’t help it!) But I want to end on a more optimistic note…
It’s amazing to watch two smart, sweet-toothed young girls who I (with the help of my husband) brought into this world. Now that I’m stable, I can bear witness to their growing up, while before when I was stuck in a hopeless, insidious bipolar-depression, I couldn’t make much sense of anything, or stand up for very long.
I’m thankful that I can notice my girls’ ever-changing behavior. I love being a fly on the wall when I listen to their interactions with one another – even their furious “You twits!” and “I hate you’s!” and the “I wish you weren’t my sisters!” (They always apologize to one another after uttering such atrocious words – they don’t have a choice!) I’m grateful I can spend time in the kitchen with Avonlea making caramel (OMG: who knew how good mixing cream, sugar, vanilla, butter on a stove would taste?) and baking cupcakes. After being depressed in the past for so long, unable to function, baking cupcakes with my daughter is as sweet as it gets.
Look – soooooo delectably tasty and only two million calories!
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