How to Bake a Cake at (my) Home

Hi, everyone. It's time for another episode of "Creative Living." Today we are going to bake cupcakes.

On my birthday, my mom and dad always send me a box of cake mix in the mail. It's sweet, really. 

Buuut, it also creates a lot of challenges which did not previously exist and which I must first overcome to enjoy said cake. Let me illustrate.

FIRST CHALLENGE: 

Determine which items I am lacking and correctly purchase the missing items
 
   1) sticks of butter

   2) eggs

Check.

    3) muffin cups!

Oh, crap. I accidentally got the mini muffin cups because I ordered online and failed to read.😞

SECOND CHALLENGE: 

Decision-making. Do I use my mini cupcake tray and bake 2+ batches, thereby using double+ the amount of time, OR do I pour the batter into some other over-safe baking tray? 

Definitely using a bread pan. This is now a chocolate cake bread recipe.

THIRD CHALLENGE:

I bring your attention now to the mixing directions. 

WHAT? Who are these ingredient writers and why do they make so many assumptions about me?!

I don't have these items in my home! 

*breathe*

It's fine, I can use the deepest tupperware container that I have. My hand is pretty low-speed.

Done and done. The cake is in the oven. 

   Yes, it did say not to eat the raw batter.

Yes, I did disregard that direction.

FOURTH CHALLENGE: 

Make Buttercream frosting. If I have learned anything so far, it's get a head start, because this probably won't be as easy as the comic books would have you believe. Let's see what's required: 

Ugh, I thought we already went over all this. 

And now that I have already used my makeshift tupperware mixer bowl, it is dirty, and I have placed it in the dishwasher.

I guess drastic times call for drastic measures. *SCANDAL ALERT*

*All who were scandalized by my prior post on artistic genius can now avert your eyes*

The all-purpose pot. 

Yep. 

I repeat my assertion that a pot is just a large bowl with a handle.

Dilemma solved. Frosting mixed. Cake made.

The first slice.

Well, I'm not trying out for Top Chef, ok?
My motto is: It all looks the same in my stomach anyway.

Er, I guess. 

I love you, mom and dad.😏💕