Don't cry for me little cupcake ... cheeky one

Cupcakes seem to be very famous. Now someone might say, cupcakes are just muffins with a frosting or a topping. That something to think about. What's your opinion on that?
Well, we don't want to argue right now. Originally they were called cupcakes, because they were baked in cups. Why not try it, next time you have cupcakes. I will! But for those, I didn't.

Already without using cups for my cupcakes, I had enough adventure in my kitchen. The smoke just subsides. Just only a few days before I did some sage anchovy fritters from Jamie's Italy. 

As it happened to me before that I had leftover batter I decided right beforehand I will only do half the amount of batter. No use, if you reduce the sage leaves as well. Therefore, once more I was stuck with leftover batter. What now? Fry other things.

Onion rings were my first choice. It worked fine. Meanwhile, I got strange ideas ...

Have a guess as to what this is! One clue, it's NOT a fried lizard. No, not even a tail of it. What is it then? You tell me first!
Whatsoever, still there was batter left and I fried some more or less thinly sliced potatoes with an anchovy filet sandwiched in. For that I don't have a photo as evidence. Wouldn't have been so good anyway, with all that smoke.
Ah, you were expecting cupcakes here in the post. I mean, not just a photo, but a recipe. However, beware of those cupcakes. They are cheeky and sneaky!
Right while I'm writing this down, muisc is playing from the loudspeakers: Evita!

'Don't cry for me Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance'

I don't know, whether this or the following recipe or my post in general or whatever will make you cry, but I just wanted to mention it. Anyway, there were some wild days (frying and some other undisclosed occurences) just behind me. Besides that, around here on my blog, things are a bit mad at times (only a bit? judge for yourself).
Looking back at all this chitchat, I gather that I kept you already long enough and it should be time to get serious (as hard as it is) and do some baking.
When you are having cupcakes, the first thing that would come to your mind would be something sweet. However, I already warned you (didn't I) that these cupcakes are cheeky and sneaky.

Ingredients (makes 8 cupcakes):
300 g flour
A pinch of salt
pepper - amount prone to own will and desires
1 tsp baking powder
Leaves from 4 sprigs of thyme (yes, sorry I want to get rid of some of it)
5 tbs olive oil
200 ml milk
100 g grated cheese (according to taste, cheddar or whatever you which to try or have locally)
200 g curd cheese mixed with various herbs
8 black olives

Method:
Heat up the oven to 200°C and ... hurry to get everything ready when the temperature is reached (You don't want to waste any energy, do you?).
Thoroughly mix the flour, baking powder, thyme, salt and pepper in order to get a homogeneous mass.
Make a whole in the mixture to pour in the liquids, that is the milk and the olive oil.
Then add the cheese as well and finish the dough by mixing/kneading it to completion.
Divide the dough between your cupcake moulds.
Then they go off to the oven for 30 minutes.
Give them some time to cool before you get the topping ready.
With a piping bag put the curd chees frosting onto the cupcakes and finish it off with a black olive. The result is a cheesy savoury cupcake.

Do you see the row of cupcakes. Of course you do. One after the other are going to be eaten! Yum yum!
Going to be eaten? Ha! There are all gone. Yes, gone! Apart from one little tiny cheeky sneaky cupcake.

Don't cry for my little cupcake. I don't see any reason, why it should, even if it could. We can conclude that the little cupcake will definitely not cry for me. But who would?
No worries! We should have put it rather the other way round. Who will cry, when this last cupcake is gone?
You didn't have a chance to get it anyway. In fact you are left with doing your own. Did you have savoury cupcakes before?

'Have I said too much?
There's nothing more I can think of to say to you.
But all you have to do is look at me to know
That every word is true'