I have just made the World's Ugliest Cupcakes. Like, these poor little suckers deserve a prize. Yikes.
Context: 2 of my roommates have surrounding birthdays, so their joint birthday/St. Patrick's day shenanigans are goin' down at our house in about 20 hours. And, because I live with loons, I have been commissioned with cakes. 3-ish of them. Two normal cakes, and herb-infused cupcakes. I got back from the show I'm currently stage managing at around 10:30 and the magic began...
Now, the cosmos were against the little guys from the start. I've never actually made special food before (due to my socially crippling square-dom), so... I don't know if that affects the baking process or what. It also maaaaaaaaybe has something to do with my having forgotten to grease the pan. I'm not sure that fully explains the absurd amount of lumps they've managed to grow, though. Seriously. Their repulsive visage cannot be overstated. I just made 24 gently chocolate/violently weed-scented quasimotos.
Mama Bear is so proud.
Blueberry bundt and German chocolate, HERE WE GO.
You're welcome party-goers.
Update: Blueberry is beautiful, but will probably grow up feeling inadequate with of all the guilt-love I bestow upon the mutant cupcakes.
One to go.
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