The look of shock ran down my dad's face like the bowl of batter that I'd spilled earlier. Dripping farther and farther, staining the white cupboards. No matter how may times I tried to get the cats to lick it off, the batter just wouldn't disappear. "So me and David are making cupcakes, okay dad?" Although I couldn't see how he would stop us since we were already half way through the recipe, asking seemed like the right thing to do. "Well try not to burn the house down" he quipped as he left the room. "Um... we probably won't" David responded wryly. Maybe it was the screams from the kitchen that brought my dad bursting back in, or possibly the smell of burning cream and sugar that we had on the stove. The creak of our broken garage door announced his re-arrival. "Do you guys know that we have a fire extinguisher?" he questioned as he proceeded to dig through our pantry and uncover the red container that we had apparently had for awhile. In the next rather long ten minutes I learned exactly how to un-attach the red plastic around the extinguisher, pull down the handle, and move it from side to side across the area on fire. By the time my dad felt that we were safe enough to be left alone (under the watchful eyes of Sutter) it was time to mix together the rest of the batter. After hand mixing it for a couple of minutes David moves across the counter to read the next set of directions before saying, " uh Camryn, I think that you're going to have to stir a little fater than that." "Why?" I ask, since I was under the impression that I was doing it quite well. "It says to beat on medium speed!" he jokes. Many laughs later our cupcakes are done and ready to be iced with the chocolate and cream layers to complete the Boston Cream Cupcakes. And yes, they are as good as they look! But this is only the first of many cupcake adventures to come. And who knows....some other iced activites may be involved too.
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