Sunday, July 13, 2008

Cupcakes and Why I'm Hiding Under My Bed

 Today I decided to become a domestic goddess.

So . . .

I took out my mother's "Better Homes and Gardens - Special Breast Cancer Awareness Edition" cookbook (it's cover attracted me with it's vivid-stomach-medicine-esq pink hue).

I followed each and every step TO THE LETTER.

I was feeling rather smug as I waltzed around my kitchen with stars in my little girl eyes. I was dreaming of becoming a world-class chef, battling it out with gang in Hell's Kitchen, or maybe just trying new cupcake recipes every Sunday and giving the results to friends, who would cry tears of appreciative joy and applaud me as I slow motion sashayed up the front walk in a 1950's housewife apron on while carrying a tray or artfully eye-catching and artistically decorative cupcakes.

Needless to say . . . I decided to give up these dreams once my cupcakes exploded in the oven and I half-burnt down my kitchen.

I seriously don't know why the god's of domestication are urging me to eat out from now on.

I just really really want that apron.


  1. i heart you claire! you are so funny! we should get together and sashay around in the park and possibly pick flowers!!

  2. I make these things, you know. I could provide an apron.

  3. I think you should get the apron anyway. They cupcakes need the comfort of a (seemingly) experienced cook/baker before they feel comfortable enough to work with you. Get the apron and try again, it is practically guaranteed to work, and if it doesn't you can say you tried and now you have a cool apron too!