When Marius and four of his colleagues helped us move last Tuesday, I promised myself one thing. I should thank them properly. Words were not enough, oh no! I should thank them in the shape of cupcakes. Pink cupcakes. With hearts on them. Of course! Big burly men need pink cupcakes, and now was the time to make sure they got some. So tonight, while Marius assembled his umpteenth piece of Ikea furniture, I put on my apron and set to work. I emptied bags and mixed in water. I got out the special muffin cups with roses on them. I made pink frosting. In my head, I was making this:
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While in reality.. Oh god, I can’t believe I’m showing you this:
Now, I can explain the burned bits. It’s the first time I’m using the oven in this apartment, and it seems to get a bit over-excited. I used to correct temperature, darn it! The wonky shape, however.. That one I can’t explain. One minute they looked fine, the next there had been formed some kind of batter-volcano in each muffin, resulting in wonky growths. Which again explains the uneven frosting-application.
I am going to be the laughingstock of big burly men tomorrow.
