Alana's Recipe for Kindness
Author: Coco Simon
Date: 2026-05-05 07:00:00+00:00
Keywords: Juvenile Fiction; Social Themes; Friendship; Readers; Chapter Books; Cooking & Food
Description: With eye-catching glitter on the cover!Alana shows what she’s learned about kindness in this eighth book in the Cupcake Diaries: The New Batch chapter book series, the little sister series to the bestselling Cupcake Diaries. Includes black and white illustrations throughout!When a new after school program starts taking up all of Alana’s cupcake baking time, her Mini Cupcake Club friends feel neglected and worry she’s repeating old mistakes. Alana doesn’t want her friends to feel that way, but she knows she has learned from the past. Now it’s time for her to teach her friends to learn from thei
Publisher: Simon Spotlight

Chapter 1 Permission Slips

On Monday morning, my eyes popped open before the alarm clock went off. I was already excited for the school day to end, and it hadn’t even started yet!

I was often busy after school. Every once in a while, I watched my little brothers, Jamie and Kyle. Sometimes, I made cupcakes with my new batch of friends—all of us in the Mini Cupcake Club—or I hung out with my besties from my old school. This week, I was making time for something entirely different.

Last Friday, in the school’s main office, I saw flyers for this new tutoring program. Volunteers are being invited to stay after school to help ESL students with their homework. With English being their second language, they need extra support.

Seeing the flyer sparked my interest. I’d never thought about what ESL students go through every day at school. I imagined how hard it must be, to learn in school while they’re also learning a new language. So I asked for a permission slip to take home.

I sat up in bed, rubbed my eyes, and glanced over at the signed permission slip on my side table. “Yes!” I said as I stood up, walked over to my backpack, and folded the slip inside.

At lunchtime that day at school, I arrived at the Mini Cupcake Club’s usual table. Emily, Natalie, Ren, and Ethan were already there, talking about cupcake flavors. Before I could even sit down, their voices swarmed around me with new order requests for the coming weeks. As Mini Cupcake Club manager, I keep track of orders and supplies. I whipped out my notebook and started scrawling down some notes.

“When’s our next baking day?” Natalie asked.

“Can we bake at your house next, Alana?” Ethan asked. Ethan liked baking at my house because my little brothers always wanted to play with him.

“Can’t do my house,” I answered. “Sorry, guys, but I’m going to be super busy this week, so I’ll miss some of the baking if we take on new orders.” I scanned everyone’s faces. Different emotions rippled across each of them: surprise, confusion, curiosity, and disappointment.

But none were happy.

“What else could be more important than knocking out these orders?” Ethan asked.

“I mean, we don’t have any tests or quizzes,” Emily pointed out.

When I told them about the tutoring program, no one could deny that it was an interesting thing to do, but still. They weren’t pleased.

“So we’re just supposed to bake without you all the time now?” Ren asked, with a little attitude.

“N-no—not all the time,” I stammered.

“This is how your friends from Hamilton must’ve felt when we started the club,” Natalie brought up.

Huh? I thought. What did my friends from my old school have to do with anything? I was caught off guard, so I asked, “What’s that supposed to mean?” My face got warm, and I felt like I was suddenly under a microscope.

“I think we’re wondering if this tutoring thing is more important to you than us,” Ren replied. “Your Hamilton friends started to feel left out, and honestly, I’m feeling that way too right now.”

Everyone seemed to agree, and all eyes were on me. I felt cornered and also ganged up on.

“Oh, you’re just thinking of yourselves!” I snapped, furious. Emily, Ren, and Natalie gasped. “It doesn’t even matter to you that I’m helping others. Where are your hearts?”

“Our bad, Alana, we didn’t mean to upset—” Ethan started.

“Whatever, I’ll see you guys later,” I muttered, cutting him off. I grabbed my lunch before getting up to leave, then ate it in my next class.

Chapter 2 Gram’s Story

After my tutoring session, Grammy and my brothers were waiting for me outside. I galloped through the open doors straight to them.

“Gram, this day was such a roller coaster!” I said. I hugged her as Jamie and Kyle bounced around me.

“Tell me your good news!” Grammy said, kissing my forehead.

We got in her car and buckled up. I decided to leave out the prickly part with the Mini Cupcake Club. I mean, that news wasn’t exactly good, was it?

“Tutoring was soooo much fun, Gram!” I started. “I got paired with this boy from Peru. His name is Luis, but he says everyone calls him Lucho.”

“I hear Peru is a beautiful country,” Grammy said.

“Yeah, Lucho was telling me about his favorite Peruvian foods, like lomo saltado, which is steak with tomatoes, onions, rice, and french fries! Yum.”

“Sounds very delicious!” Grammy responded, focusing her eyes on the road.

I continued with another Peruvian favorite. “And ceviche is raw fish flavored with lime and served cold. I didn’t tell Luis this, but that one didn’t sound so appetizing.”

Grammy laughed and said, “You never know until you try it!”

“Uh-huh,” I replied, giving her the side-eye from the back seat on her right as she drove. “He also told me about causa, a potato and tuna dish that sounds interesting.”

“Did you think you’d learn so much in just your first day of volunteering?” Grammy asked.

“Not even! He also taught me a little Spanish!” I turned around to my brothers in the back and said, “Tu y tu eren muy cheveres.”

Kyle’s eyes bugged out of his head. “Cheveres?”

“It means you’re both very cool!” I translated. They high-fived each other and started chanting, “Cheveres, cheveres!”

“Lanie, it sounds like a positive day overall,” Grammy remarked.

“Overall,” I grumbled under my breath. I could see Gram’s eyebrows rise in curiosity, and I knew it was time to tell her the not-so-good news about the tense lunch conversation with the Mini Cupcake Club.

“They’ll come around once they understand that what you’re doing is something bigger,” Grammy said gently.

We arrived at our house, which smelled like Grammy’s warm cinnamon sugar cookies. As soon as my brothers went into the living room to play, Gram turned to me and said, “Storytime!”

I plopped down at the table and waited for her to settle into the chair next to me.

“You know that your mother and I are Haitian,” Grammy started. I slowly nodded, remembering when my parents told me about my heritage.

“And so is my father,” I said. I missed my father all the time, even though he called us every day. After my parents divorced, he moved to an apartment across town. Jamie, Kyle, and I spend some of our weekends there.

“Yes,” Grammy said, “your parents were born in the U.S., but I was not. And neither were my parents. My parents immigrated to America, just like Luis’s parents did.”

“That’s why you speak Haitian Creole!” I piped up.

Gram smiled. “When I first came to the U.S. from Haiti, I also needed help in school. I sure wish I had a sweet girl like you to help me with my homework,” she said.

“What about your parents?” I wondered.

Grammy said her parents wanted to help her, but they were also learning the language and figuring out how to survive in a new country. She explained how that left her on her own and how it hurt her grades as well as her self-esteem.

“Keep doing what you’re doing because it makes a difference,” Grammy told me. “Maybe your friends don’t understand it now, but you’re setting a great example for them and they will follow your lead.”

“I’m not so sure,” I murmured.

“You’ll see. Now it’s your turn to do your homework, Mother Teresa,” Grammy teased.

I grinned and dug my homework out of my backpack.

Chapter 3 Storytime

On Tuesday, everyone was already at the Mini Cupcake Club lunch table by the time I showed up. My friends looked relieved to see me. Natalie spoke first, putting her hand on my hand.

“Alana, I’m so sorry that we upset you yesterday,” she said. “I should’ve never mentioned your other friends; they have nothing to do with this.”

“I’m sorry too,” Ren added. “I promise not to throw the past in your face like that ever again. That was so not cool.”

“Thanks, everyone. I feel better after having a conversation with my grandmother,” I said with a smile. “Who’s ready for storytime?”

“Me!” they all chimed in.

I told them about Grammy being a Haitian immigrant who overcame many challenges to become the person they now knew. Then something happened.

One by one, they each started to share their own families’ stories. Ren’s parents also struggled with learning English when they moved here from China. Natalie’s Cuban parents also had a difficult time in school and were bullied. Ethan said that his mother used to have such a thick Jamaican accent that no one understood her when she spoke. Our families had more in common than we’d realized.

“Why weren’t we more understanding when you told us about volunteering in the first place?” Ren wondered aloud, cradling her face.

“It sounded to me like you all felt I was leaving you behind. But I just want to make time for something else that feels important. To me, this is more than just a hobby or something fun to do, like the Mini Cupcake Club. I really want to be part of making someone’s experience in this country good.”

“You’re right, Alana. We started the Mini Cupcake Club because it’s fun and we get to hang out while doing something we like. But you’re actually helping others and showing kindness,” Ethan said.

“And it’s pretty fun too!” I added. “I’m learning so many new things! I’m not saying I’ll never be there to help bake, but sometimes I may have to miss baking days or events. But I’ll still help whenever I can.”

“We’ll miss you, but we can handle orders on our own sometimes,” Ren admitted.

“Wait!” Natalie perked up. “Who says we can’t do this together too?” She dramatically grabbed my hand. “Alana, may I join you in this volunteer tutoring program?”

Much to my surprise, everyone else wanted to join also!

“OMG, that would be so great!” I squealed. “I can’t wait for you all to meet Luis and the others!”

“I have an idea!” Emily said. “Why don’t we bake cupcakes for the students to have as a treat after tutoring time? We can use my kitchen!”

We were all over the moon about the idea.

“Let’s get your permission slips to join the program from the main office today. The next tutoring session is tomorrow,” I said.

“Say less,” said Ren. After scarfing down lunch, we all packed up and headed over to the office before the next bell rang.

Chapter 4 Recipe for Kindness

“How’s your dad going to feel about us showing up out of nowhere?” Ethan asked Emily when we got to her front door. It made the most sense to go to her house because she lives the closest, just a short stroll from school. Also, she knew her dad would be home from work in time that afternoon to supervise.

“Are you for real?” Emily snorted. “Katie brings the Cupcake Club girls over for last-minute bake sessions all the time.

True story: Katie and her friends formed the original Cupcake Club, and they were our inspirations. That’s why Emily’s kitchen is always locked and loaded with baking supplies.

We took off our shoes at the door and trailed Emily into the house.

“Whoa!” Emily’s dad jumped back dramatically when he saw us all traipsing in.

“Dad!” Emily groaned at his over-the-top humor.

“Let me guess… it’s cupcake time,” Mr. Green said.

“Yup!” Emily answered. “Can you text the ’rents that we’re here?”

That was easy because all our parents are in a group chat.

“Done,” he said, typing into his phone. “So what exciting event brings the Mini Cupcake Club over today?”

Emily produced her permission slip in one smooth motion and told him about wanting to join the tutoring program and bringing a batch of cupcakes tomorrow.

“I need you to sign this, so I can help just like Alana is. And… could you run the cupcakes over to our school at four p.m.?” Emily asked sweetly.

“Happy to help! I have another half day at school myself tomorrow, so that won’t be a problem at all,” her dad said, signing the slip. “This is a recipe for kindness, girls… and guy. Just call me when it’s time to fire up the oven or use any heavy equipment.”

Mr. Green left the kitchen and disappeared into his office.

Chapter 5 Improvising

“Okay, team,” Ethan said. We gathered around him at the large island counter in Emily’s spacious kitchen. “What kind of cupcakes are we making?”

“Something simple and fast,” Emily suggested.

“But not boring! They still need to be creative,” Ethan said. Ren nodded.

Natalie added her two cents: “Since we don’t have any prep time, I agree with Emily that we shouldn’t do anything too complicated.”

Everyone looked at me. I was torn. I was concerned that we were so short on time when we wanted to make a good first impression. But I also see every new batch as an opportunity to experiment.

Ethan faked a yawn. “You want to do something basic? Ugh, you girls are putting my creativity to sleep.”

“Hold up,” I said, patting him on the arm and then opening the pantry door. I tapped my chin with my index finger as I scanned all the contents.

Familiar blue packaging caught my eye, sparking an idea. “How about cookies-and-cream cupcakes?” I suggested.

“Yeah, who doesn’t love that flavor?” Natalie replied enthusiastically.

“I’ve got it!” Ethan jumped up. “Let’s make cookies-and-cream Confetti cupcakes. What could be better than that last minute? Confetti cupcakes with a cookies-and-cream base!” He grinned proudly.

“That sounds dreamy,” Ren said, swooning.

“That’s pretty legit, Ethan,” Natalie said.

“No big deal. I’m the flavor master—it’s what I do.” Ethan shrugged and popped his pretend collar before he gave my fist a bump. “With Alana’s inspiration, of course!”

“Show us how it’s done, Ethan,” Emily said.

“First, we need to know how many mini cupcakes we’re making,” he said.

“I think there are around ten students so far,” I said. “Let’s make two dozen.” No arguments there.

Ren looked up from the design she had already begun sketching in her notebook. “But, Ethan, how are we going to put a whole chocolate cream cookie at the bottom of mini cupcakes?” she asked.

“Hmm,” Ethan said, with a frown.

Suddenly, Emily jumped up from her stool and ran to her pantry. The next second she was holding up a box over her head. “We have bags of mini chocolate cream cookies!” Emily cheered.

Ethan smiled. “Emily, you’re always saving the day!”

“Ooh, can we use some as a topping for the buttercream frosting?” Ren asked.

We all nodded in unison, agreeing that was a great idea.

“This is about to be next level!” Natalie said.

Chapter 6 Sweet Memories

Ethan took a seat at the head of the kitchen island and tapped the countertop with both hands. “Okay, here’s what we need,” Ethan said, all serious. He opened our recipe notebook and rattled off all the ingredients for this batch, adding our little twist and settling on buttercream for the frosting flavor. Meanwhile, we started raiding the fridge and pantry for everything he called out to make these sweet memories:

Cookies-and-Cream Confetti Cupcakes

- 1¾ cups cake flour
- 1¼ cups all-purpose flour
- 3 teaspoons baking powder
- 1 teaspoon salt
- 1¾ cups sugar
- 1 cup butter, room temperature
- 4 eggs, room temperature
- 2½ teaspoons vanilla extract
- 1 cup buttermilk (whole milk optional)
- ? cup sprinkles

- 1 mini chocolate cream cookie for each cupcake

Buttercream Frosting with Chocolate Cream Cookies

- 8–10 chocolate cream cookies, finely crushed

- ½ cup unsalted butter, room temperature
- 8 ounces cream cheese
- 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
- 3–4 cups powdered sugar

Natalie and I organized all the ingredients on the island. Ren found the measuring cups and spoons. Emily called in her dad to preheat the oven to 350 degrees and supervise the use of the electrical appliances—that’s one of the rules of our club that we’d all agreed to with our parents. He settled himself at the kitchen table with a stack of student papers in front of him.

I lined the mini cupcake tins with cute paper liners. Then Ethan plopped a mini chocolate cream cookie into each one of the cupcake liners.

“Ta-da!” he said, looking pleased to see them fit so perfectly.

Next Ren sifted the flours, baking powder, and salt together in a bowl as Natalie stood beside her, combining the sugar and butter in a stand mixer. Ethan added in eggs one at a time, then vanilla extract. Emily added about half the dry ingredients to the mixer, and Ethan added in the milk, then the remaining half of the flour bowl.

“And this is my favorite part… the sprinkles!” Ethan said before pouring them in.

I laughed as I filled each cupcake liner using a small ladle. Then Ren set the timer for seventeen minutes after Emily’s dad slid the cupcake tins into the oven.

“Time to make the frosting!” Ren announced. She tossed ten whole chocolate cream cookies into the food processor and pulsed them to a crumble. After he cleaned the stand mixer bowl in the sink, Ethan beat the butter and cream cheese in it until smooth. Ren added some vanilla and then, slowly, powdered sugar.

“Yummy!” Natalie said. “Can I fold in the chocolate cream cookie crumbs?”

As soon as she was done doing that, the timer went off like clockwork! Mr. Green jumped up to rescue the cupcakes from the heat, then turned off the oven. We all snacked on the rest of the chocolate cream cookies as we waited for the cupcakes to cool.

“Guys, I think baking for a good cause is a lot more fun than baking to make money,” Ren thoughtfully pointed out. I agreed a thousand percent.

“We should make it a point to bake more often for programs that help our community,” I suggested.

“I love that idea, Alana,” Emily said.

“Time to frost!” Ren said, touching one of the cupcakes with the tip of her finger. Ren and Emily picked up the piping bags we’d filled and frosted a dozen cupcakes each. Finally, Ren topped them with some rainbow sprinkles and Emily crowned them with a mini chocolate cream cookie.

“Voila ça!” I said, smiling. Everyone looked at me curiously. “That means ‘that’s it’ in Haitian Creole.”

“Wait!” Ren jumped up. “We can get little international flags to stick on top!”

“Perfect!” I said. Everyone was amped at this genius idea.

“Dad!” Emily called. “Do you think we could get mini international flags at the craft store tonight?”

“Look at that,” he said, glancing at his phone. “The parents are on their way. We can go to the craft store as soon as everyone gets picked up.”

“Yay! Let’s stick the flags on tomorrow after we’re done tutoring!” I suggested.

“That’ll be fun,” Emily agreed. “I can’t wait!”

Chapter 7 International Celebration

After school on Wednesday, the Mini Cupcake Club entered the library, where the tutoring was done. Mrs. Ramirez, the program coordinator, greeted us with a dazzling smile.

“It’s thrilling to have so many volunteers,” Mrs. Ramirez said. “Alana, I’m going to introduce your friends to the students they’ll be helping. You’re with Luis again.”

I grinned when I spotted Lucho on the other side of the library and made a beeline for the table.

“Hola, Lucho!” I said, scooting into a chair beside him. As we sat arm to arm, I noticed that his skin was a similar brown to mine.

“Hi, Alana!” Luis said, breaking into a wide grin and gesturing to his open notebook. “Maybe we will finish early this time!” he said.

“And we have a little extra motivation today,” I said mysteriously.

“¿Que? What?” Luis said, with an interested look.

“My friends from the Mini Cupcake Club came with me to tutoring,” I told him. I lowered my volume to a dramatic whisper. “We made cupcakes for everyone! The earlier we finish, the earlier we crunch and munch.”

“Crunch and munch?” Luis repeated. I made an eating gesture. “That’s muy bueno… so nice,” Luis said. I sensed he wanted to say more, but didn’t quite know how to in English. “Cupcakes are my favorites!”

“Wait till you try this recipe filled with kindness,” I said, winking.

Chapter 8 Melting Pot

At four o’clock on the dot, Emily’s dad breezed into the library holding a large box. My friends all excused themselves to set up the mini cupcakes.

“The cupcakes have entered the building,” I whispered to Luis as he finished up his science homework. “I’m going to go help them with one last part.”

Luis asked to come along. “Let’s go!” I said.

We arrived at the table just as Emily opened the bag of tiny flags and spilled them out next to the cupcake box.

“Hey, everyone, this is Luis,” I said. Ethan fist-bumped Luis, and everybody else was so welcoming. Luis told everyone how kind it was for us to bring a treat.

“Can I see them?” he asked.

Emily popped open the box, and Luis said, “They look so good!” His brown eyes darted over to the flags, and he picked one up with a big smile. He rattled off some fast words in Spanish.

“This is the Peruvian flag!” he said.

“Is that where you’re from?” Natalie asked.

Luis nodded. “Yes! Can I put this one on my cupcake?” he asked.

“That’s a great idea, Lucho,” I said. “We’ll let everyone choose their own flag to put on their cupcake!”

Mrs. Ramirez gathered everyone around the table. All the students picked a flag—Mexican, Indian, Colombian, Brazilian, Italian, Dominican—and a cupcake. What a melting pot we were!

The Mini Cupcake Club members were the last to choose. I picked the Haitian flag and stuck it into my cupcake. Ren put China’s flag on hers. Natalie put the Cuban flag on hers. Ethan put the Jamaican flag on his, and Emily fished out Ireland’s flag for hers.

Everyone sat with Mrs. Ramirez in the storytime section and chatted, cupcakes disappearing into our mouths. I must say, this was hands down our most delicious recipe yet! I loved how the melted sprinkles oozed into each bite.

“These cupcakes are more delicious than any you can buy in a store,” Mrs. Ramirez remarked, after popping hers in her mouth and giving her shoulders a shimmy.

Everyone rejoiced over how gourmet the cupcakes tasted.

“You really baked these yourselves?” a boy named Femi asked, his eyes wide with pure amazement. We nodded, beaming.

“How did you think of the flavor?” Luis asked. Ethan and I pointed at each other, laughing.

“Teamwork makes any dream work,” I said.

“This was such an amazing day,” Emily said as we helped to clean up. “Thank you for welcoming us into the tutoring program with you,” she told me.

“Yeah, we might not be making all that much of a difference, but this feels important,” Natalie said.

My grandmother’s face floated into my mind then, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself. Grammy told me that this day would come.

“Grammy would tell us that even the smallest acts of kindness make the world better,” I said.

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About the Author and Illustrator

Coco Simon always dreamed of opening a cupcake bakery but was afraid she would eat all the profits. When she’s not daydreaming about cupcakes, Coco edits children’s books and has written close to one hundred books for children, tweens, and young adults, which is a lot less than the number of cupcakes she’s eaten. Cupcake Diaries is the first time Coco has mixed her love of cupcakes with writing.

Manuela López’s dream cupcake would be vanilla with spiced buttercream, and decorated with salted caramel toppings and shiny, sparkly stars. Yummy! When she’s not daydreaming about delicious cupcakes, she illustrates many children’s books from a little city in the northeast of Spain. She loves to go on long walks and adventures with her little dog, Abby.

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Title: Alana’s recipe for kindness / by Coco Simon ; illustrated by Manuela López. Description: New York : Simon Spotlight, 2026. | Series: Cupcake diaries: the new batch ; 8 | Summary: When Alana becomes engrossed in an after-school tutoring program, her Mini Cupcake Club friends start to feel neglected, but she reminds them that kindness is the most important ingredient in any recipe. Identifiers: LCCN 2025027478 (print) | LCCN 2025027479 (ebook) | ISBN 9798347106592 paperback | ISBN 9798347106608 hardcover | ISBN 9798347106615 ebook. Subjects: CYAC: Tutors and tutoring—Fiction | Kindness—Fiction | Friendship—Fiction | BISAC: JUVENILE FICTION / Social Themes / Friendship | JUVENILE FICTION / Readers / Chapter Books | LCGFT: Fiction Classification: LCC PZ7.S60357 Aar 2026 (print) | LCC PZ7.S60357 (ebook)

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Table of Contents

- Title Page
- Chapter 1: Permission Slips
- Chapter 2: Gram’s Story
- Chapter 3: Storytime
- Chapter 4: Recipe for Kindness
- Chapter 5: Improvising
- Chapter 6: Sweet Memories
- Chapter 7: International Celebration
- Chapter 8: Melting Pot
- About the Author and Illustrator
- Copyright