Forays Into Baking
Wednesday, July 16th, 2008It was the end of the season party for my son’s basketball team and I decided, very shortly before the party, to make cupcakes as our contribution. As we started to measure out the ingredients, I had a brilliant idea- we could decorate the tops of the cupcakes like basketballs- orange icing, black sprinkles in arcs. In an instant I could picture everyone oohhing and aaahing. I imagined how I would have to fake modesty, as decorum would require that I play down the awesome accomplishment of these cupcakes. I fell into a reverie picturing the other attendees saying “No, you did NOT make these! I can’t believe it. They are amazing!” The mothers would call over their friends to admire my artwork and the children would clamor for more. My children’s arguments over whose turn it was to pour stirred me from my fantasy, so clearly seen, and seemingly, so obtainable. So we commenced with the cupcakes with only a few hours to go. Now, this might have been a great idea if I were an outstanding baker, known for cake and cookie decorating. Instead, when it comes to baking, you could say that my reach exceeds my grasp. That is how you would put it if you were being kind. I have never become good at baking or decorating. Nor, have I learned to temper my expectations and try something simple, say chocolate chip cookies. Instead, The Martha Stewart book of baking has become my Everest and I approach each project with the feeling that this time will be the time I finally create the stunning masterpiece I see in my dreams. A memory fog blocks out the prior results: misread directions which led to an oil soaked cake, the wax paper replaced for parchment which adhered to the entire cookie batch, the tart that never set, and so many others. Yet, still I persist. For the record, this is not out of some attempt to be the perfect homemaker. Anyone who has been to my home knows I dropped out of that race a long time ago. Actually, to avoid accusations of those who know better, I should probably clarify by saying I never actually participated in that race. I spilled juice and dropped crumbs as those runners passed by. Why I have chosen to try to excel at an activity requiring, from what I’ve been told, precision and detail is anyone’s guess. I think it’s because the pictures in the cookbooks all look so pretty. And they all seem so simple.
So, coming on the heels of an attempt to create monarch butterfly and caterpillar cookies, with true to life coloring for a school fair, I had high hopes for vindication with my next project.
The first problem we encountered was that once we started to decorate the cupcakes I realized I had no more yellow food coloring to mix with my red, in order to make orange frosting. Just a small hiccup I thought, as I found a little sample tube of orange icing. I mixed that into the white hoping that I will have enough for a pale orange. Eureka, it actually looked a little yellow, so I blend in red. This was the result:

Instead of pale orange, it was sickly pink, like the color of a liver, or if I’m being completely honest, female anatomy.
I have had these types of problems before. No need to panic, we press on and improvise. I know, I say to the children, we’ll make basketballs in the color of the team, the Miami Hurricanes, which is a beautiful teal green. There are even directions on the package- blue and a little green. I mix it in.
Unfortunately, this was the result:


Now, if you’re thinking, ‘hmm that looks pixilated, like it’s disintegrating- she must need a better resolution camera’, that would be incorrect. It IS actually pixelating and disintegrating in reality. The addition of so many colors and powdered sugar created the appearance of lizard scales. I tell the children it’s over, we have to admit defeat because our frosting looks like lizard skin. We can’t bring in cupcakes now. This creates pandemonium. The kids are crying “please bring in the lizard cupcakes, please.” Through her tears my daughter very helpfully adds that I could add candies to make a tongue and eyes. Did I mention that this is very shortly before the party? There is no choice but to start over, but I need to make more frosting. Of course I don’t have any canned frosting, so we start to beat more butter and sugar. Finally we get a color approximating teal and I shook orange sprinkles in a somewhat circular fashion. I won’t go in to detail as to why the basketball arcs were not completed. I will just say that it is much more difficult to cut thin stencils and then to remove them without disturbing the lines than I had envisioned. The final result is this:

When the cupcakes were presented at the celebration, there were no comments and half the kids wouldn’t even take one. The only upside to this whole thing was that I sent the extras in to lunch with my son all week and like some prison yard exchange, he was able to score a few Doritos and ONE fruit snack (not even a whole bag) in some trades. I remain undeterred in my belief that someday my confectionary dreams will come true. I already have a plan for spider web cookies and a cake that looks just like a fire truck.



