Things That Make You Go Ugh

The lovely and talented Nikki has declared this month’s Master Bakertheme to be Easter Candy. Y’all, this is painful to admit but I ain’t what one would call a professional baker. There’s a lot I don’t know about baking, and of of those things is what happens when you stick various things in cupcakes! Why not find out on a day I pretended to have nothing better to do?

No hating the cake mix, I knew that most of these cupcakes wouldn’t come out well and i didn’t want to waste the ingredients making it from scratch. A dollar for a box seemed like a good way to get this experiment going without crying over the cupcakes that didn’t work.

Ain’t the bunnies cute? Poor CB is cringing at this moment at the one that’s a torn off head. There are some various bits of candy in these, peanut butter eggs and mini cadbury cream eggs and Peeps and marshmallows and malt ball eggs and a pat of cream cheese (don’t ask).

Yeah. That’s what I said. The question is, are these as bad to eat as they look? Could they really be that awful?

These ain’t any better. One of them is a Peep on top of the cupcake after baking for a few, and the lumpy ones are an attempt to mix rice krispies and marshmallows in the dough. Don’t ever do that, ew.

Peeps are cute no matter what.

The peanut butter egg ended up like the other eggs, I pushed them too far in and they sank to the bottom. They were icky, a little hard disc of inedible candy.

To add insult to injury, the cupcakes got too big and the tops fell off. That was ok, since not a one was worth eating.

Y’all can thank me for educating you on what not to do for this month’s Master Baker. Y’all are all wonderfully sweet and understanding of my incompetence (except Nikki who’s laughing at me right now, hussy).

Pi-rate

It’s her favourite chair. It’s near the end of the bed in our bedroom, and whenever D hasn’t thrown his jeans in it she’s playing in it. She and it have a stormy relationship, some days she’s snoozing in it and other days she’s attacking it violently over and over. Nobody knows how a cat and a chair developed a love hate relationship, but who are we to judge? Here she is, worn out after another battle with the chair (and after I’d straightened up the flag and blankie yet again).