Marble Cupcakes

Even though it was almost 100 degrees and humid here yesterday, I ran the oven to bake cupcakes. Normally I'd balk at the energy use, especially with the air conditioning on (we really should get a toaster oven) but these were a special request from my overworked partner-in-moving. And since moving is a pain in the neck, he gets what he asks for.



Marbled cupcakes, from scratch. I used the old Betty Crocker Dinette Cake recipe (the original edition of this says something along the lines of " 'most cakes are too large for my small family!' Here's one you can actually finish before it goes stale!") so it wouldn't make so many, partially because I didn't want 2 dozen cupcakes hanging around, partially because I didn't have enough sugar, and partially because I only have two six-cup muffin tins. I had almost forgotten what real cake tastes like because I've made too many box mix cakes lately. The only drawback is that I don't have an electric mixer, and I actually gave myself a blister beating the batter by hand. How silly!



And if marbled cake wasn't enough, these ended up with marbled frosting, too. This was not as successful, but still fun.

I went to the grocery store this morning, and they had super-fancy decorated cupcakes, with flowers and fruit and even some with frosting octopi on them. But I bet none of them were marbled!

I don't think I'll be venturing out any more today. It's well on its way to breaking 95 again today and if I don't have to be out in it, I'm not going to.

I just joined the Argosy KAL, so I think I'll get started on the scarf... but I also want to swatch for Sidewinders and I wound the yarn last night. And I have to cook ravioli filling. But I think the very first thing I'll do is have another one of those cupcakes. Yum.

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:)SmileCreator said…
The cupcakes look YUMMY, V! Glad to hear the move went well. Best of luck; we'll miss you at our knitting Tuesdays!
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