And not just bake any old thing, bake cupcakes.
Whether it makes me a masochist I have no idea, but I ended up pulling out my old recipe book and finding the pages for butter cake, johnny cake, chocolate mud cake. Pulling out all the baking "extras" like chocolate chips and chopped nuts from the back of the pantry. Digging the icing pipe out from the cutlery drawer.
Then I tried a "Four Minute Chocolate Cake" recipe. It wasn't strictly a cupcake recipe, but I figured that didn't matter. Surely cake is cake, no matter what shape it's in. It's selling point was the fact that you were supposed to just dump all the ingredients in together, no blending, creaming or folding required. Sounded right up my alley!
My third attempt, red velvet cupcakes, was much better though. They rose beautifully, looked exactly the way they were supposed to, and tasted great. I waited until they cooled and then iced them with a cream cheese icing and teensy little candy hearts. They were perfect, just what I wanted.
Shame that, strictly speaking, White Wings made them and not me.
Yeah, I caved and bought a cake mix. What can I say, I got sick of failure! Sure it'd be nice to be able to present a tray of immaculately iced cupcakes and say "Made 'em with my own two hands", but I think I'm going to have to just accept the fact that no matter how hard I try, a $2.99 cake mix is going to still yield better results.
I guess my dreams of escaping the office life and opening a cupcake cafe were a bit premature. Oh well, back to the drawing board.