This past weekend I tried to be a good little girlfriend and do something nice for the The Boy for Valentine's Day. I wanted to surprise him with a batch of homemade, nicely-decorated cupcakes. Somehow I managed to make it to the age of thirty without ever baking a cake of any kind, so I really had no idea how to make these cupcakes I had in mind. If you read the title of this post, I think you have figured out where I am going with this.
Now, here's a picture of the batch that I made.
I thought they looked pretty decent.
After we had digested our dinner Saturday night we decided to each have one of the cupcakes. After a bite or two The Boy says to me, "They taste kind of... funny, don't they?" And I agreed, they did. I am still not really sure what I did wrong. The texture of the cake part was a little off. It felt sort of sponge-like, and kind of airy. I was planning on taking the extras to work with me and giving some to The Boy's parents, but I don't think I can now.
Ah well. It's the thought that counts, right?
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