Yesterday, I was hit with the sudden urge to bake. If you know me at all, you know that this never, ever happens.
True story — the last time that I tried to bake something, I pulled the pan out of the oven only to find a pink, bubbling, gel-like substance. It was supposed to be sugar cookies. I had to throw the whole thing away, including the pan. In my defense, I didn’t realize that there was a difference between “sugar” and “confectioners sugar.”
Even though I knew it could end up in disaster, I decided to take this urge and go running with it. I spent some time looking up recipes and scouring food blogs, ultimately deciding that I wanted to make Devil’s Food Cupcakes in honor of the Stanley Cup Finals starting this evening.
I found a promising recipe on FoodNetwork.com, printed it out, and headed to the grocery store for ingredients. Oh, and a cupcake pan. Because apparently you also need one of those?
The baking aisle was terrifying. Who knew there were so many kinds of flour? And why was vanilla extract so expensive? After a solid twenty minutes of staring into the baking-aisle-abyss, I chickened out.
Duncan Hines to the rescue.
My poor, poor future children.
Yes, that is a potato masher.
Side note — apparently you can’t substitute olive oil for vegetable oil. Just in case you were wondering. Not that I tried it or anything.
40 minutes later, I was left with these bad boys:
Not too shabby if I do say so myself!
That was fun, but I think I’m going to let other people bake for me from now on.
Mom, I’m talking to you.
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