Here's a bit of perspective before the following story:
Our team is working 70-80 hours a week to meet our deadline for delivery to the British military. Add in another 12-15 hours commuting for me, plus the fact that I don't sleep well because my brain is fried and it's taking my body along with it as a hostage.
Anyway...a group of young coworkers are running a half marathon for the Leukemia/Lymphoma organisation (oh look....now I'm spelling this in the British version) and is trying to raise $5000. I offered to bake some cupcakes for them, inspired because another young male coworker gave me a Johnny Cupcake bag that says "Make Cupcakes, Not War" as a thank-you for the treats I bring in on Saturdays.
I baked 2 dozen Kahlua Chocolate cupcakes with Dyslexic chocolate filling and Chocolate Buttercream icing, 3 dozen Silver Palate carrot cupcakes with lemon creamcheese icing, and 2 dozen vanilla cupcakes filled with fresh pomegranite/strawberry jam and fresh whipped cream icing swirled with jam.
With my long commute, I came up with the crazy idea to wait and ice the cupcakes at work. At 1:30 am, I pulled the tools together and grabbed three different large icing tips.
My friends...it wouldn't have mattered if Traca, Heather, Amanda or any of our authors had written beautiful prose to describe these cupcakes; the mere fact that I used a smooth 1/2" round tip to pipe the dark chocolate icing into a tall mound on each cupcake left me with nothing, but the visual of asking folks to pay $1 for what looked like a mound of dog poop.
What was your latest "perhaps that wasn't the best culinary idea?"
Our team is working 70-80 hours a week to meet our deadline for delivery to the British military. Add in another 12-15 hours commuting for me, plus the fact that I don't sleep well because my brain is fried and it's taking my body along with it as a hostage.
Anyway...a group of young coworkers are running a half marathon for the Leukemia/Lymphoma organisation (oh look....now I'm spelling this in the British version) and is trying to raise $5000. I offered to bake some cupcakes for them, inspired because another young male coworker gave me a Johnny Cupcake bag that says "Make Cupcakes, Not War" as a thank-you for the treats I bring in on Saturdays.
I baked 2 dozen Kahlua Chocolate cupcakes with Dyslexic chocolate filling and Chocolate Buttercream icing, 3 dozen Silver Palate carrot cupcakes with lemon creamcheese icing, and 2 dozen vanilla cupcakes filled with fresh pomegranite/strawberry jam and fresh whipped cream icing swirled with jam.
With my long commute, I came up with the crazy idea to wait and ice the cupcakes at work. At 1:30 am, I pulled the tools together and grabbed three different large icing tips.
My friends...it wouldn't have mattered if Traca, Heather, Amanda or any of our authors had written beautiful prose to describe these cupcakes; the mere fact that I used a smooth 1/2" round tip to pipe the dark chocolate icing into a tall mound on each cupcake left me with nothing, but the visual of asking folks to pay $1 for what looked like a mound of dog poop.
What was your latest "perhaps that wasn't the best culinary idea?"