Me Vs. Them.
So I had this bright idea to bake cupcakes. They were supposed to be for Peanut's birthday on Sunday, but we ended up going out to eat and getting ice cream afterward, so we never got around to making them. So since I was on tea & dessert detail for the Senior Center lunch on Tuesday, I figured why not? After all what can be so bad about tripling a recipe that calls for a 1b of butter? Oh my, what was I thinking...
You see it happens that my mother is a Valentines baby, and so the girls and I spent a great day out antiquing with her to celebrate her birthday. No problem, right? I'll just make them when I get home... How bad can it be? First there was the tripling of the math. While on the phone with my in-laws. We got the cake batter made and started the first batch baking... did I mention I only own 1 muffin pan?
Then, I decided to start on the frosting... it started with a meringue. Now I'd never made a meringue before, but how bad can it be? It required Peanut to use the mixer on the egg whites, and I was stirring the simple syrup like crazy on the stove and trying to improvise a beer thermometer for a candy thermometer, scared the whole time I was gonna burn the house down. Add in the 2 lbs of butter, and we're good to go, right?
Well... that is until the first decorating bag blew out down a side seam... all over me...and then a second. and a third. and a zip bag, and another zip bag. I really wanted these things to look nice, but by the end I was slapping frosting on with a spatula, dropping them in any box I could find and saying the heck with it...
When the kids were headed up to bed I was reported to be sporting frosting on my forehead... Maybe it's still there. Who knows.. Who cares? I may never bake again. I think I'll go sit in the corner and rock, and talk to myself now... Thanks.
