Monday, March 9, 2009

I thought I handled the butt segway quite nicely, though this post is a total pity party

It’s been a month since this fiasco, so I wasn’t surprised when I woke up Friday and felt the urge to birth another culinary piece of shit (I told you, it comes on like PMS).

I could see the cupcakes in my mind: moist, chocolate, piled high with frosting and handcrafted purple flowers. Huge.Ass.Cupcakes. They’d be perfect for the going away party my friends and I were throwing our friend, Jen. (She’s decided to join the movement of Mrs. Mullet’s friends who get pregnant and move far away. Sniffle.)

My mother, Linda, offered to come up that night and help since Chuck was camping all weekend and she knows it’s impossible to pour a bowl of cereal in the company of a toddler, never mind bake.

By 10 p.m. we were the proud parents of 18 Huge.Ass.Cupcakes.

I thought Linda might hit the road but instead she told me she would spend the night since we hadn’t decorated the cupcakes and she could not bear to have the cupcakes adorned with anything other than her beloved Mary Oliver frosting. I had no idea who the hell Mary Oliver was but according to my mother, the recipe (below) was far too complex for a beginner like me.

Melt chocolate and butter over low heat. Let cool. Mix in remaining ingredients. Place bowl in pan of very cold water and beat until creamy.


(I can’t imagine why I suffer from feelings of gross inadequacy.)

So we Mary Olivered the cupcakes Saturday morning. I won’t lie: by then, I was sick of the stupid cupcakes. I didn’t care anymore about topping them with handmade purple flowers. The fact that they were edible was enough for me.

But Linda. Always the Martha Stewart, she wouldn't let me send them out into the world without some kind of decorative flair. So while Junior and I visited my grandmother at the old folk’s home, Linda set out to find The Perfect Topping.

Fast forward to Sunday, the day of the party. I met my mother in a commuter parking lot so I could get the Perfect Topping toppers. She had looked high and low for something flower-like, but all she'd been able to find were pastel nonpareils shaped like lopsided breasts. She had put them on ice in a cooler like she was a paramedic transporting an organ.

By then I hated the cupcakes. I think she did too.

Minutes later, I arrived at the party only to discover that—gasp! sputter!—the table was covered with desserts: chocolate fondue, chocolate cheesecake with chocolate chips, brownies, cookies.

Wahwahwaaaahhh.

By then I wanted to cram the cupcakes up my butt and launch them across the room (speaking of which, there was a mother at the party whose seven-year-old thinks her vagina is actually part of her very big butt crack and the mother doesn’t intend to enlighten her. I can just imagine what surprises lay ahead when a boy tells the girl she can’t get pregnant if they have butt sex. D’oh!)

When all was said and done, I ended up taking 10 of the 18 cupcakes back to Mulletville. When I passed my mother’s exit, I chucked one out the window in her honor.

The cupcakes spent Sunday night in my car. I had planned on bringing them to work this morning and sharing them in all their Mary Oliver glory, but I took the wrong car to work so they sat in my driveway all day.

And you know what? I had a really crappy day. And I kid you not—I really was craving a fucking cupcake.

The end.

17 comments:

Suzi said...

Hmmmm..........thanks for the laugh. I liked the part about launching them out of you ass, made me laugh. As far as the really large butt crack, that mom better enlighten her daughter or she is going to be a grandma much sooner than she wants to be. I mean really, what is wrong with the word VAGINA?

Storm, The Psychotic Housewife said...

I'd hate the cupcakes too.

Stacy (the Random Cool Chick) said...

ROTFLMAO! Oh, sorry, I probably shouldn't be laughing so hard... ;) I LOVE that you chucked one of the cupcakes out your window in honor of your mother when you passed her exit - I would have totally done the same thing! ;)

Thanks for the laugh...you always deliver! ;)

Frogs in my formula said...

I can deliver you a cupcake if you'd like...

Keely said...

You mom sounds like a bit of a fruitcake, cupcake.

Next time, send em to me. I will TOTALLY APPRECIATE THEM. I may even roll in them naked.

Also, posting on a Tuesday as well is NOT overkill, you can post late and I promise not send the Tuesday post away with some inane wordless Wednesday thing.

The Mother said...

No one can resist a cupcake. Not even you.

Just A Chic... said...

My kids say vagina all the time. (Or they call it a baby maker) If she doesn't tell her daughter I'm sure someone at school will be happy to enlighten her.

I bet you make the best cupcakes ever. If I were closer I'd totally come take them off your hands.

Jenni Jiggety said...

Oh noooo!

You know, they sell cupcakes at the store... ;-D

Rachel said...

This sounds like something that would totally happen to me. Actually it did happen. I had these big plans about these awesome cupcakes that I was going to make for my daughter's class. What a f'ing nightmare.

I hate baking.

FoN said...

So when you got back from work did you go to the driveway cupcakes and eat one? I would have.

mo.stoneskin said...

I wondered where that cupcake on the roadside originated from. I dusted it off and thought it was extremely tastey, not too rich and perfectly moist, mmm

Anne said...

Mmmmm, cupcakes. Sorry, I am easily distracted by cupcakes. I am impressed that you keep trying to cook or bake and it always makes a good story. Because really, isn't it all about your readers?

Petra a.k.a The Wise (*Young*) Mommy said...

Aw man, the evil of cupcakes!

But surprisingly, now I want a cupcake. Got any left?

Jenners said...

This was way too funny not to add you to my blogroll -- I've been trying to cut back on the number of blogs I read but based on this post alone, you have earned a spot. Too freakin' funny!

blueviolet said...

Oh my gosh, you completely cracked me up with this one! I wish I had been a fly on the wall.

Mary Moore said...

This was very funny. I wish I was there.

Did the cupcake hit your mom, by any chance?

kyooty said...

oh that's just perfect! next time use that send cupcakes fb application, no cals and they turn out perfect every single time.

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