This post is in collaboration with Packqueen. All opinions are my own.
Hihihihi! Today we’re discussing delicious cupcakes, proud cupcake delivering moments and a baking fail (have you ever had one of those?! Ah!)
I have made a conscious effort to improve my baking skills and I have finally made something I am sooperdooper proud of, woo! I have never been much of an amazing baker but I followed a fantastic recipe and my faith has been restored. They don’t look like they were baked by a 7 year old, they tasted wonderful and there were no disasters. In my mind, that’s the epitome of baking success.
Why the baking trauma, you may ask? Let me tell you a story, we’ll call it the mars bar cupcake incident of 2011.
One sunny day, a long time ago there once was a girl who lived in Melbourne. She was feeling very generous and decided to bake a tonne of Mars bar cupcakes and take them into her place of work. The aim was to create such a delicious cupcake her colleagues couldn’t refuse and sell them all, to raise money for Movember.
She melted mars bars and butter into a gooey icing (basically a sin) and dipped fluffy vanilla cupcakes in the icing mix. A few may have been eaten.. the rest went into the fridge overnight. When it came time to transport the cupcakes to work, she only had a large plastic container so the girl piled them up, layer upon layer and jumped onto a