I made a bunch of cupcakes from scratch, colour coordinated the patty pans, popped them in the oven, set the timer and went to get ready for a day out in the sunshine.
Quite some time had passed... I went to check on them. I had not heard the buzzer go off. The timer was on zero. Batch number one was burnt.
I tried again, made bigger cupcakes in bigger patty pans, popped them in the oven and stayed in the loungeroom so I could hear the buzzer go off this time.
Quite some time had passed and I could start to smell cupcake, but I heard no buzzer. I went to check on my bigger cupcakes. The timer was once again on zero, but it had not gone off. Batch number two was burnt.
I was frustrated. I pouted. I may have stomped my feet. I WANTED CUPCAKES!
Shane held open a plastic bag for me to bin them. I grabbed one cupcake and threw it as hard as I could into the plastic bag. I grabbed another and did the same thing. And it felt good. Slamming these crappy cupcakes into the rubbish bag made me giggle after a while. And I felt I got my revenge with them. Satisfied with blowing off my steam, I was still a bit bummed that I did not have cupcakes.
A bit later in the day, we went out and bought a timer. And prettier cupcake holders to make me feel a bit excited about trying again.
I'm glad we tried the timer as soon as we got home, not waiting to test it out on another bunch of cupcakes.
When the dial gets to zero, it does not buzz and ring or do any magic tricks. It simply stops ticking.
Dud buzzer.
I ended up sitting on the kitchen floor, watching the cupcakes rise.
It was about 11:30pm by the time they came out so I was pretty exhausted. I left them to cool overnight and went to bed.
I woke up the next day and ran to the kitchen to check on how fluffy and perfect they might be. But they were stale because I'd left them out all night. Idiot.
A little impatient at this stage, I just iced and decorated them anyway.
woah.
ReplyDeletejust for the record. they were amazing!
love,
steph