I made margarita cupcakes this weekend. :) Margarita mix (non-alcoholic) and lime zest in the batter, and fresh-squeezed lime juice in the lime buttercream frosting. It was all sorts of happy, and my guinea pigs (since this was a new recipe, and I needed feedback before doing a cake for a bakery order) seemed to like it. Here are the results!
Yum-a-licious Margarita cake batter. Margarita mix and lime zest... I had a very difficult time keeping it out my mouth... Yes, I know that raw eggs (even though the recipe only used whites) are bad for you. But seriously, how many of us ate raw cake batter as kids and survived?
Exactly. Shush your faces.
Yes, it's tinted green. Because green cake is cute if it's tinted. Not if it's moldy.
Next came green tinted lime buttercream frosting. Two full tablespoons of fresh-squeezed (yes, I squeezed the juice myself) ... Wait, that sounds so dirty. Any who, fresh-squeezed lime juice balanced out the sweetness of the pound of powdered sugar nicely.
Pretty swirl-frosted cupcake. I need to buy an M1 tip and coupler so I can make the frosting bigger and prettier, like Reddi-whip.
Oh, my little pretties... Come to papa, no more fish or squid for me! Ok, had a Bill Engvall shark moment. I am not parasailing while on Vicodin and Bahama Mamas.
But I do wonder if half a Vicodin and a Bahama Mama really do make for a bitchin' day...
Yep, I decimated half a cupcake in one bite. Moist margarita cake, sweet/sour lime buttercream... I think they'll enjoy it at 50 Below on Thursday. :)
The magician was heavyset. Which is, duh, just fine because I've got a bit of cushion for the pushin' myself. The part that was wrong on so many levels - an abacus doesn't have enough beads for me to count all the ways this shit was wrong - was that he was wearing a skin-tight velvet shirt.
That's not the easiest thing to pull off, and I'll bet that after getting sweaty under those stage lights he had a hard time pulling it off. ;) (Eww, I have an image in my head of the creepy guy 'pulling one off'. It's almost as scarring as when I watched The Devil's Rejects and saw the scene of Captain Spaulding having sex in clown makeup with his loose old man skin and old saggy nuts bouncing. Bleeeh.)
And he was wearing this creepy, creepy mask and was - of course - surrounded by gorgeous women. I guess the song, "Be A Clown" (sweet, sweet irony) was right. Be the poor, silly ass; and you'll always travel first class.
So we sat and ate our tacos, and then watched Castle. Does anyone else watch this show? Nathan Fillion is fantastic. They were investigating a murder, and they walked into the apartment of an author whose pen name was Lee Wax, and the door was - GASP! - open and no one was answering their calls. Offhandedly, I commented, "Lee Wax got waxed!" and Husband laughed. Then Nathan Fillion said something way funnier, and I remembered how much of a loser I am.
It's ok, I'll bet I bake way better than he does.
Also, Brett Favre is a douche, and I've felt this way for quite some time. I don't like football, and living in a border town of Minnesota/Wisconsin, you see lots of purple, green and gold. I don't particularly care for any of those colors. I just have a very strong aversion to anything Vikings or Packers.
Someone bought my son a Packers outfit when he was younger; a onesie and a track suit. It made happy to no end when he spit up all over it. :) I refuse to put him in anything football unless the colors are pretty; like the Panthers.
The Panthers' colors are pretty.