So along with all that decorating, I've been crafting and recipeying too. The only thing I haven't been doing it blogging about it all. But here goes!!!
As always, every recipe tried has a story behind it and a lesson to be learned.
Oreo Truffle Stuffed Cupcakes from Love From the Oven:
It was the night before my last day of my internship. I had fought my supervising teacher for the right to make my own cupcakes and bring them in for the students. I had been planning on and looking forward to making these cupcakes for over a week. I had the stuff ready. I was set.
If you've never had Oreo Truffles, you need to. I don't know how to explain them... they're just so freaking delicious. It's like Oreo, in cookie dough form, but without raw eggs so you don't have to feel THAT guilty eating them.
Well, I couldn't just make Oreo Truffles... I've made those before! I'm still on this kick of not making a recipe more than once. So I saw this recipe for Oreo Truffles INSIDE cupcakes. Genius.
Hours. I spent hours on this.
I made the Oreo Truffle batter, I rolled each ball individually, I stuck them in the freezer, I made the cake batter, I made mixed oreos into the icing to make oreo frosting, I put scooped batter and I stuck oreos inside the batter. I baked. I waited while they cooled.
I was running out of time. I needed to take my math exam. Then I was going to Logan's. My solution was that I would let the cupcakes cool in my carrier while I was in my exam, then I would frost them at Logan's place later that night.
So I loaded my arms with my bags and my clothes and my drinks and my cupcakes and put everything in the car.
Well, almost everything.
At the last second, the bottom to the cupcake container gave out, and the cupcakes fell to the cobweb-ridden garage floor. It felt like slow motion, and I was sure I could hear every cupcake's long, drawn out scream:
I was angry. I was livid. I was late.
So what did I do?
I took a picture.
Notice, not every cupcake made it to the ground. There are still two cupcakes that were saved by the carrier.
In my rage, I bent down and scooped up the cupcakes, throwing them in lumps into the garbage can. I was blinded by anger and MAD at the wonderful cupcake holder so I jerked it up off the ground...
and the last two cupcakes fell to their death.
I believe this is called a comedy of errors.
All of those truffles, trapped inside the tainted cupcake goodness.
At least they weren't iced. I could still solve this problem.
I regained my composure, and called Publix on the way to class.
They would have 24 plain chocolate cupcakes waiting for me when I got out.
That night, Logan helped me (ok, he kind of held one in his hand for awhile pretending to frost but keeping his eyes on basketball) frost those publix cupcakes with un-ruined Oreo Frosting and stick an Oreo to the top of each one. I carried them into school the next day and let the students think every cupcake tasted like a Publix cupcake.
The worst part of it all was that for the next week, Logan and our two friends mourned. They would talk about the cupcakes, their mouths watering, and mention how delicious they would have been. Logan picked one up out of the garbage days later and opened it up to look at the truffle inside. I could tell he was trying to figure out how he could still eat the stale, spider-web covered, trash-stinking cupcake, and after a few minutes I swear I could hear his heart breaking from across the room.
Dear Oreo Truffle-Stuffed Cupcakes, you will be missed. Rest in peace, and maybe one day we will honor your existence by attempting to recreate the glory that you were.
Cheese Bread Like Red Lobster from PrayingforParker:
New story, but I can't promise much better of an ending.
Logan and I went to Red Lobster last week. Just so you know, we usually pick our restaurants based on the free bread they give you while you wait for your meal. It's sad, I know, but this is why Red Lobster is one of our top restaurants. Up there with Olive Garden's breadsticks and Macaroni Grill's roll.
Don't judge us. I know you do it too.
So we went to Red Lobster, and when we asked for a box, we asked for a bag of rolls to go, as always (in case you don't know this, these restaurants always wrap you up a fresh bag of bread to go if you ask).
A few days later, Logan came over to my house to make dinner. He brought the dog and the leftover cheddar biscuits.
I think you know where this is going...
On the way, he ran into the store to get some peppers and left the dog and the biscuits in the car.
Seriously... this is going nowhere good.
When he got back, the dog was still there but the biscuits were long gone.
Worried about the dog? A little. Totally depressed our biscuits were gone? Definitely.
But this gave me the perfect opportunity to whip up a batch of the Cheese Bread like Red Lobster from the recipe that's been sitting on my pinterest board for weeks. I had all the ingredients already, why not???
So I whipped and he cooked, whipped and cooked.
1 hour later, both dinner and bread are ready...
... so we thought.
Our eager hands plopped the loaf of bread on a plate and began to cut it into slices.
Suddenly, a geyser of gooey dough began to spill out from the middle of the seemingly-cooked bread... and rest was pandemonium.
It was a blur of yelling, laughing, shouting: "How did that happen!?" and "SAVE THE BREAD!" plus four hands attempting to put the loaf back into the pan.
Eventually, we decided to pick off the cooked parts, eat them with our dinner, and cook the rest.
Here was our dinner bread:
We ate the soggy, half-cooked bread. We attempted to cook the rest, but ended up just calling this one a failure. I've been having a lot of those lately.
But I've been learning so much!!!!
Lesson for this recipe: Always stick the fork in it. Looks are deceiving. It might look done, but don't let your hunger get the better of you and ALWAYS, ALWAYS check.
(Needless to say... the dog left THAT loaf alone)
Peanut Butter Ball Chocolate Cupcakes from Love From the Oven:
This last recipe has a little bit of a happier ending.
It was our friend Jony's birthday on Monday. So I wanted to make something.
He likes chocolate and peanut butter, so these Peanut Butter Ball Chocolate Cupcakes seemed perfect. From the same blog and strikingly similar to the late Oreo Truffle Stuffed Cupcakes, this treat was bound to be delicious.
I was making the cupcakes. I was in a hurry. I'm always in a hurry. Too many crafts, too little time, right?
I was in the kitchen, throwing things in a bowl to make batter... my shirt, my walls, and the rest of my kitchen is being covered in goo, but I don't care. I'm reading quickly. I'm adding oil... I'm adding eggs... I'm adding 1 1/2 cups of oil.
1 1/2 cups of oil?! That seems like a lot. Oh well, no time to re-read.
Until I'm mixing. And it seems a little too oily. So I re-read. 1/2 cup of oil. 1/2 cup. 1/2 cup.
No time. Throw some flour in, throw some sugar in, mix, plop in a pan, and throw in the oven.
They'll turn out alright. I have to go to work.
Logan took the cupcakes out of the oven. He made sure to stick a fork in them to make sure they were cooked through (see... we DO learn our lesson!).
He hits peanut butter ball and his fork comes out sticky.
He waits a few more minutes, and sticks his fork back in.
Peanut butter ball = sticky fork.
Waits even longer.
Eventually, he picks through a cupcake and realizes they are done.
I get home from work that night and frost each of the cupcakes with peanut butter frosting and stick a reeses cup on top. They look a little dry, so I break one open and try half of it.
A little dry, but no time. No time.
I arrive at Logan's house with 23 kind-of-dry peanut butter ball cupcakes and present them to the birthday boy.
23 cupcakes. 4 people. We discuss how we are going to do this. I think, "There's no way those cupcakes will all get finished. What a waste."
I obviously underestimate the power of ravenous college students.
Two days later, there are 5 cupcakes left. I had one total cupcake, decided they were too dry, and didn't touch the rest.
But with the other people... well... there were a few utterences of them eating 5 cupcakes for breakfast, there were a few cupcake eating competitions, and a few challenges extended among friends.
The dry cupcakes found a home after all. See? Not such a disaster.
Yet, we sit on the couch as they eat their cupcakes, and I am faced with a seemingly-innocent comment:
"You should have made those Oreo Cupcakes again. Those sounded so good."
Maybe I should just stick to crafts.