Cupcakes are our speciality, although the results often don't indicate the slightest degree of expertise.
It seems to be a given that, whenever we decide to put our cake-making skills to the test, I can be relied upon to contribute one error that proves fatal to the process.
Last week, for instance, I used butter instead of Stork. The week before, I turned the oven to a temperature more appropriate for a cremation than for cooking.
Our latest batch, however, appear to be error-free. Perhaps this is because The G has begun to take a more active role in production.
This morning, for example, she did the weighing out and whisking and took charge, as always, of toppings (six different kinds) and decoration.
She left me the bits in and around the oven and all the cleaning up.
I also managed to retain control of the icing.
I don't expect this to remain the case for all that much longer.
Given that, of all the processes involved, it is the icing that looks the most as though a three-year-old has done it, it might be no bad thing . . .