Let Them Eat Cupcakes

SO here at work my Sister started a birthday cake/cupcake tradition. Every time an employee's birthday rolls around we celebrate by standing around the back shop, acknowledging the said employee’s birthday with “happy birthday”’s and “how old are you now?”’s (I’m not sure if my use of the apostrophe S’s there are deemed acceptable but I think it’s evident that I don’t seem to feel the english language rules apply to me) and eating cake/cupcakes. Typically my Sister bakes the cakes but the last few birthdays we’ve purchased cupcakes from various local bakeries. Well today is the last day of work before MY MAN’S birthday so this morning we ate cupcakes in honor of him turning practically 30. Tomorrow he’ll be 27. I’ll get back to that later…

That's us at work..



Just another day at the office.. JUST kidding

Anyway, my Sister couldn’t decide where to buy the cupcakes from and usually I’m the one that has to pick them up. After comparing prices and cupcakes my Sister suggested I make them. Brilliant. I have never made cupcakes in all my 24 years of living. Obviously, I bought a box of Betty Crocker Chocolate Fudge Cake Mix and a tub of BC’s Vanilla Frosting, but it was my own creative touch that led me to load up on Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, Rollo’s and Snickers for the extra toppings.

So anyway, I purchased the goods and yesterday at lunch (I needed to whip them up at lunch so they’d be cool enough to ice after work) I got to it. I added the water, oil and eggs to the cake mix and beat them up for around the 2 minutes and 30 seconds it called for. As I was about to pour the mix into the muffin pan I ran into my first issue. See, as I was standing in the baking aisle at Walmart I was trying to decide between what looked like paper and what looked like tin foil cupcake cups (is that what they’re called? the little cups that go in the muffin pan). Anyway, I wasn’t sure what the difference was so I grabbed the shiny ones. As I pulled them out and placed them in the my muffin pan I realized that every second cup was paper. Paper, tin foil, paper, tin foil. What IS the difference?? I decided to go with the paper ones because that’s what I’ve seen on every cupcake I’ve ever eaten. Crisis overted.

Next, as I pouring the mixture into the pan I realized I had no idea how full I was supposed to make them. UGH, I forgot about all my failed attempts at making cakes in the past when I agreed to make these. These are MINI CAKES. I decided to fill them ¾’s of the way since I know they rise and figured that would be suffecient rising space. When I finished filling the pan I THEN realized the pan is only 12 cupcakes, I only have one pan, there are 16 employees and I only have 25 minutes left in my lunch hour for baking. CRAP. I pulled out a regular pan, placed 4 more paper cupcake holders on it, filled’er up and stuck all 16 in the oven. At his point I was sweating, there was batter everywhere, utensils on the floor and my Man was horrified. Done.

About 5 minutes into the baking process I realized what the tin foil cupcake cups were for. I pulled out the pan placed 4 tin foil cupcake cups on the pan, filled them up with the remaining batter(how many times am I going to have to DO this?) and stuck them in the oven.

Mah Man’s Cupcakes





Look at that. A cupcake for all types of people. Giant people, little people, deformed people. Grab a cupcake.

Just like people, once I dressed them up they looked more presentable AKA fancier..





As per usual all my stories lead to other stories but this one is quick. So last time I tried baking a cake it was for my Man's birthday as well. I tried to make a layered (two tiers) peanut butter cake with peanut butter icing from SCRATCH. To sum this cake up it was two lumps of half cooked batter covered in icing sitting on top of eachother. To sum up what good friends my Man has they all ate a piece and told me it was good.

So tonight we're celebrating my Man's birthday with his Dad and his girlfriend...



I'm sure I have more flattering pictures of the two of them, like one where his Dad's smiling, but all I have to work with is what's on this computer (which goes for all the people pictures I use). Anyway, we're going out for supper and drinks, my two favorite hobbies. Speaking of his birthday I like that my Man is 3 years older than me, I'll always feel young because he's old. TWENTY SEVEN.