If you’ve read Cooking Lessons Needed, then you know that when it comes to cooking I am not your ‘go to girl’. But I put that all aside yesterday, yesterday was our last home baseball game here at FIU. I woke up early in the morning, mentally said my cooking mantra “You are awesome, now don’t BURN anything!”, and headed down to let the entire house know that I would be in the kitchen this morning baking and should they need to make any arrangements then they should (you know, leave the house, or call our local fire department and let them know to stand by).
I put on this raggedy apron my mother keeps in the kitchen (I really want one of my own… I don’t know why), and put all of my needed ingredients in front of me; Duncan Hines cake mix, Duncan Hines frosting, red gel frosting decorator, eggs, water, etc. Seconds later my mother appeared, and she too had a mission -she was armed with her cookbook. Now, my mother doesn’t do recipes, she likes to say “what you feel is right.” The fact that this little lady had not taken my warning and was still coming in to the kitchen early (9:30am) meant only one thing…
She had a craving and needed a cookbook because she has never prepared it.
Our kitchen is very small, so two people in that kitchen meant only chaos. As I took out the first batch of red velvet cupcakes out (I don’t use a timer, I take them out ‘when it feels right’), I see my mom taking out her army of pots and pans. This could get ugly. And it did.
Mom: Hunny, don’t fill up the cupcakes with too much batter, or else they’ll rise too high.
Me: It’s okay, I want them high.
Mom: Marielita! What are you doing with the icing? You have to use it like this, and no icing should get on the cupcake wrappers.
Mariel: Mom, I’m just glad I got this far. I don’t think my boss will deduct points if there is icing on the wrapper.
My goal was to get the top of my cupcakes to look like baseballs. But my mom quickly took the icing bag and thought that we needed to get them to look like flowers.
This went on for two hours. I was able to get thirteen cupcakes out of those two hours until I was quickly kicked out… partly from the icing fiasco I caused; some got on the ceiling, the dog, and my brothers work uniform when he came in the kitchen to have an early lunch. But behold! My creation!! Bwahahahaha!
I was invited back for next season 🙂 And so with that I’d like to thank the cupcakes, you have inured my second job with baseball! Please disregard the one cupcake that has the smeared laces, the aluminum foil got to it…. darn aluminum foil….