I ventured into the kitchen today and nobody died! Hurrah! And yes, I felt it necessary to write the word "cake" in icing on a cake. Just in case anybody was confused about what they were eating. I made these cupcakes for my boyfriend for a sort of pre-Valentine's Day eating extravaganza. They didn't turn out as pretty as they looked in my head, but at least they tasted good. I decided to make them pink and yellow, as I didn't want to make any vomit-inducing Valentine's cupcakes adorned with giant love hearts and buttons with phrases like "ONLY U" and "B MINE". Bleeurrhgh. So I made some pinky-yellowy-orange cupcakes and a "CAKE!!" cake instead. I'm such a romantic!
For my next kitchen adventure I want to make one of these bad boys:
I think that it would make me feel incredibly happy and incredibly sick at the same time. Worth it!
