Fail-cake

So, as you may be aware of right now, I am a cupcake fiend. I love making cupcakes. In fact my friend Danielle Walker and I invented the word “cupcaking” for cupcake+making, but apparently that’s already a word meaning canoodling unnecessarily in a public place. So that was a bit of a fail. Also what was a bit of a fail was my latest batch of cupcakes.

My friend Amy-Louise White came over for dinner and we watched this Harry Potter fan musical thing called “A Very Potter Musical” which was absolutely HILARIOUS in the extreme. It was like, all seven book squashed into about 3 hours of stage and it was actually really well written; all the music was really catchy and had great lyrics. After that we decided to skip through Avondale College’s production of High School Musical, which I was in and Amy was a backstage person in. The second night of the show was filmed and made available for us to buy on dvd, so of course with my obsession with posterity, I bought one. Hadn’t watched it yet though. It was a bit cringe-worthy in bits but there were some brilliant one-liners that we’d forgotten about… “Tiramisu. WHY DID I SAY TIRAMISU?!” Ahahaha, good old David K…

I cooked steak for dinner and I DIDN’T BURN IT YAY! It was really tasty, and I was so proud of myself. But then the trouble started. Amy and I decided to do some baking after dinner and I had had a craving for cupcakes for a few weeks… the last batch I made was for easter, they were chocolate with white chocolate crosses and little chocolate bunnies on top, and hence had been consumed quite quickly. I don’t know what it is about baking, but it puts me in this state of mind… I just feel so content and happy, and chilled out. Baking with another person was not so satisfying, but it was fun anyway… except I was only making a half-recipie, and Amy accidently told me to put two cups of milk in. So… after they had spent almost twice the usual cooking time in the oven, those little cupcakes looked like this:



They were all gloopy and half-cooked inside, and all crispy and toffee-ish on the top. Failcake! By this time Amy had gone home, so it took me and my little brain quite a while to figure out what had gone wrong. When I did, I added more flour to the mixture, and the next batch came out looking a bit better:




Slightly less failcake. This morning I ate one and although they taste a little blander than they should, at least they’re the right texture inside now. So today I put some sprinkles on them and they came out looking alright:



So, lessons learned today:
1. Always check everything twice (I’ve been learning this lesson for years),
2. Don’t bake anything complicated with another person,
3. Don’t try a new recipe at night when fixing it may cut into your extremely essential sleeping time.

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Wow, Jared just had to call me into the lounge because a tui flew into the house, hit the wall and then flew out. Unfortunately, he also pooped all over the floor. And doubly unfortunately, Jared had a new guitar student at the time... so it was up to me to sort it out XD I was like "Hi, nice to meet you, welcome to our house... I'm just gonna clean this up now."