Yesterday i decided to experiment with a cupcake recipe i pulled from the internet. It seemed like a good one. There was apparently a celebration of chocolate cupcakes on Good Morning America in which they had chocolate cupcake day. I’m all for that. (I’ll post the recipe later.) Anyways, i made them but tweaked the recipe a bit by adding semi-sweet chocolate chips and shortening the baking time. Plus i didn’t have cake flour so i made my own using cornstarch. When it was all said and done, the batter didn’t really seem like batter, it seemed like mousse. I had to scoop the batter into my muffin cups which were lined with the cutest liners ever that had cartoon cupcakes on them. For future reference, chocolate batter with white liners that have images on them is dumb. The cupcakes turned out somewhat dry and crumbly, and you couldn’t see the cutie pie liner images. I made chocolate buttercream, sweetened whipped cream, and i had some leftover strawberry cream cheese frosting from strawberry cupcakes i made a few days ago. i experimented with each and found the strawberry to be the yummiest, but that’s not the point of this story.
Picture me as a mom who drives her kids to scholastic bowl, cello lessons, and dermatologist appointments, does the dishes twice a day, takes out the garbage daily, gets up at 6:30 three days a week to take the kids to school, works two or three days a week waitressing, and of course chases after her toddler all damn day. You get the picture of how tired i am, right? so this morning i fell asleep on the couch. You see where this is going? I woke up to a chocolate face right in my face saying, “mama?…mama?” Somehow she reached up on top of the counter and pulled down the entire cooling rack with buttercream frosted cupcakes on it. She then proceeded to smear them all over the fridge, the floor, the couch, herself, and she was starting to rub it on me when i was awakened by her deceivingly angelic voice. I mean, who cares, i don’t really like buttercream anyway but I just got done cleaning it. I wanted to get pictures and put them here but i was in too much of a hurry to get the poo-like substance out of her nose. God i can’t WAIT for play-doh. (Picture me stabbing the first person who gets her for her.)
Now she’s whining about not being able to get up on the couch on her own, so i must leave.