Rob isn’t a big fan of cake. It’s too dry. He ends up dunking it in milk. He is, however, a huge fan of frosting. So, essentially cake is a frosting delivery mechanism. And, well, it’s maybe his birthday today – but he wouldn’t want that to be known.
The internet is a wonderful thing, and I totally felt like one of those Pinterest moms that tries to make sh*t perfect while neglecting her family. I’d pinned a few cupcake tips. And found a good frosting recipe. Add to that some adorable sugar decorations. The poor guy looks like he’s having a little girls bee-themed party!!
Here are some of the tips I found about making the “perfect” cupcakes.
Huffington Post had some tips on making a cake mix better. Scratch? I don’t have time for that. Use real additives in the mix. More fat! More milk! More eggs!
I also saw this post from Six Sisters on Pinterest, on how to make cupcakes a bit bigger… it references a post from Life’s Simple Measures. Fill the cups 3/4 full (or so) instead of 2/3 full. Preheat the oven to 350 degrees, but bump it back to 325 when you put the cupcakes in. Then, bake them a little longer. I baked them for 26 minutes, instead of the 19-23 that the box said. The box of cake mix should make 24 cupcakes, but it made 18 with this method. Between the modified ingredients and the altered baking times, these cupcakes turned out pretty moist and fluffy.
I ended up adding more sugar than the reviewer said, and chilling the frosting for a few minutes, in the ice maker, because it was still a little runny for cupcakes. Also, plenty of yellow food coloring.
My super high-end pastry bag is a generic ziploc with a hole cut in the corner (I’m SO classy!). I swirled some of that delicious frosting on the cupcakes with half-assed precision and lots of air bubbles from the bag.
I then plopped on these ridiculously cute bees that I found.
Where was Henry when I was up to all this? Well, he was eating in his high-chair while I made the batter, and baked them. While I messed with the frosting, he was napping. I’m not completely neglecting my child. Though, he is stuck under the end table right now.