I like to think that I’m a good cook. I can prepare meals that both family and company rave over, but in a lot of ways I’m a novice.
Take this weekend’s project – A small birthday party for my now 6 year-old son, Quintin.
Lucky for me, Q is fairly easy to please and agreed to a make-your-own-pizza-and-cupcake party.
Being my Master-chef self, I whipped up a batch of dough and cooked up 20 flat breads for the kids to make pizza on.
Don’t they look delicious? Well they were, and a hit with the parents too.
The Disaster Chef part comes in when you look at the cupcakes I made.
They looked more like a volcanic eruption than anything edible. In fact I was so embarrassed by those monstrosities that I stopped at Sugary Moon and purchased proper cupcakes for the kids to decorate.
I realize that it was probably an over-fill situation, but I was certain that two tablespoons of batter in an ice cream cone would allow plenty of expansion space… I was wrong.
The good news is that I’ve vowed to perfect my cone-cakes. I had such high hopes when I sent away for the baking pan/carrier that I just can’t justify giving up. Not to mention the fact that the kids are more than willing to help me dispose of any future rejects.