On Monday evening. miss_s_b
did, with a fair bit of help from Shrub and me, bake cupcakes. A sign that I'm getting naturalised is I'm now in the habit of calling them buns (mostly, admittedly, because Shrub gets confused otherwise). SB was in charge on Monday, because I'd not baked cakes for years (and years and years), and simply lack confidence in the kitchen.
It's not that I can't cook (granddad was a chef, I grew up around farms), more that, generally, I couldn't be arsed. But, y'know, I do enjoy
cooking, so I'm trying to build my confidence up.
I learnt how not to do it
Anyway. I learnt lots on Monday. Specifically, I learnt how not
to do it, and that, if in doubt, use less
mix in the bun case, not more, which was SBs preference.
So, with us having eaten them all by this evening, I decided to cook some more up. Theoretically
SB was going to be in the room with me making sure I didn't mess up, but that would've meant getting out of bed and that just wasn't going to happen.
I quartered the recipe
Given that we'd a) made far too many and b) they'd all
overflowed the cases on Monday, we decided to quarter the recipe to make just 12 (ie one tins worth). So, from memory, I quartered the recipe.
Except that I mixed up the cake recipe and the bread recipe. So when I quartered a 800g of flour and weighed out 200g, I was actually measuring out the exact same amount of flour as we used on Monday.
Ah well. We now have a nice sponge cake as well as
6 cupcakes. I did cook
12, but, y'know, they were fresh and looked tempting. Shrub likes them too.
The sponge cake is still cooling, SB's made some buttercream icing to use as a filler, some of which is already on the buns.
Eat the mistakes
This cooking larks a lot easier than some people make it out to be y'know. As long as, y'know, you're prepared to eat the mistakes.
Nom nom nom.