Showing posts with label vomit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vomit. Show all posts

Saturday, January 29, 2011

I Feel Like A Tragic, FAILED bar mat. But I did make cupcakes.


FIRST WEEKEND OFF SINCE OCTOBER MO-FOS!!


Last night, the husband unit and I went to a local watering hole and spent some time with old friends. It was much needed and soooo well enjoyed. The husband unit has had the same core group of friends since he was a little dude. Those guys are this insane little unit and will probably continue to be friends until they kick the bucket. We had a great time. It's a lot of fun going out with them and honestly getting to see the other wives and lady friends. We were super silly last night, lots of dancing and lots of *cough* drinking alcoholic beverages.We got married last December and it was such a small deal that most of the guys weren't there, which we are STILL GETTING SHIT FOR!!! I get it though. But really dudes, shut up. We haven't really seen them since BEFORE the wedding, so yea. LAST NIGHT WAS GREAT.




I'm going to be honest, I'm not good at drinking. I can't handle my booze and I allllllwayyyys get some sort of death feeling hangover. I know I'm not a skilled drinker and yet, I think I got drunk last night. I'm blaming you, strongbow. This is your fault. You are a delicious bastard and I shake my hateful and recovering fist at you. But here's the thing, I'M NOT EVEN A LITTLE HUNGOVER!! WIN!! There was a triumphant scream of jubilation this morning when I woke up and was able to function without sunglasses and a bucket strapped to my chin. She grows up and she grows up. Three TALL 6 point beers and a well shot and I WALKED out of that bar on my own. EAT IT!! I'm A BIG GIRL and me and my rainbow chucks will fight you. Well, maybe not. I'm sorry. Wanna hug?

Anyways. This is nothing but rambling that is going to bore you away from giving a crap about cupcakes, so back to business.
Today's recipe...... Dude, it's just vanilla cuppies with chocolate buttercream frosting. I had a simple craving and so I made a staple. Simple and delish. The twist. I had green food coloring, so they are lime green cuppies with avocado looking tasty buttercream. I'm going to shave them up a little and turn them into peas. Gangsta. Peas.
White Cuppie


3 Cups all purpose flour


2 1/2 teaspoons baking powder


1/2 teaspoons salt


2/3 cups unsalted butter, softened


1 3/4 cup sugar


2 Eggs


1 1/4 cup whole milk




Prep


1. Preheat the oven to 350. Prepare cake tins.


2. Sift flour, salt, baking powder in a medium bowl.


3. In a separate bowl cream the butter, and gradually add the sugar. Beat (with hand mixer) till FLUFFY!


4. Add eggs, one at a time, mixing after each egg.


5. Measure out milk and vanilla to milk.


6. Add 1/4 of flour to butter mix, add about a quarter of the milk to the mixture and mix. Alternate dry and wet while mixing until the mixture is smooth.


7. Add batter into tins and bake 15-20 minutes or until the little dudes spring back when you touch um.


8. Let them guys cool and frost.


Don't they make you want to scream? They are SO GREEN!! AGGH!! I love it!!


And because I think this is turning into a foodie blog until The garden happens when the warm times come back, we went to Flat Tire Burgers last night and they have the SICKEST burgers. Husband had "The Butchers Wife," and saved the rest of it (CAUSE ITS FRIGGIN HUGE) for his fully sauced wife when she stumbled into the house. This burger is amazing. Rye bread (win), Swiss cheese, mustard, pastrami and salami and TWO DAMN PATTIES!! TWO! TWO PATTIES. That burger is a bitch slap to the tum tum. I had a ja-lapeno burger and it was good. Nice sauce and good spicy lovely, gooey, yum. TRUE story. Burgers. I love burgers.
OH FRICK! I forgot to mention the most glorious part of this whole experience from last night. I GOT PUCKED ON! Some drunk floozy (NOT ME!) totally puke sprayed the planet last night. I'm up in the cluuub trying to get my dance on to a 90's tribute (?) band that's covering some crazy NWA stuff (which was awesome.) and this broadzilla comes barreling through the crowd hitting chicks with projectile vomit. It was super bad. So ya. I'm kinda out there today. This probably is a terrible post.