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Admitting the Truth about Mug Cake

Should've left it batter.

Should’ve left it batter.

They’d been popping up everywhere on my Pinterest feed. Decadent-looking, single-serve bits of heaven in a mug. Mug cakes, of course.  It’s a single serving of cake that you mix up in a mug and microwave to have your own personal cake any time you’d like.  I pinned a couple of mug cake recipes and waited for the right moment.

Finally, there was an evening where I was to throw caution and calories to the wind and enjoy one of these delicious treats. I looked at my original pins and then decided to search the internet for a few recipes that matched the ingredients I had on hand.

Through my searching, a familiar theme came up. People were trying to find recipes without egg. “It tasted too eggy,” one reviewer said of a recipe. While I agree that one egg in a mug is a lot, eggs don’t have much flavor. I had never heard such a complaint.

I decided that my mug cake needed to have egg in it. It would be more moist and it seemed like the right thing to do.

I decided upon this recipe for 2 Minute Chocolate and Salted Caramel mug cake.

After I nestled the children all snug in their beds, I put on my comfy pajamas and bathrobe. My husband was watching TV in the other room and wasn’t interested at all in the mug cake. I headed into the kitchen and put the concoction together.

So, I’m standing alone in my kitchen in a bathrobe. There is no one to judge me. I don’t have to share my dessert. I have just prepared a delicious cake batter in a mug. You’re telling me the next thing people do is COOK the batter?

Bull butter.

It wasn’t the eggy flavor people were turned off by. It was a fear of salmonella.

I tasted a spoonful of the batter. It was delicious and perfect. For some silly reason, I decided to cook my mug cake. Even after I covered it in ice cream, whipped cream, and chocolate sauce (hey, I’m alone in my kitchen and I’d I just baked a cake for myself, why would I stop there?) it couldn’t hold a candle to the batter.  Don’t get me wrong, that’s my empty mug in the picture.  I still devoured it.  But there was a healthy bit of regret of my choice to cook it.

So, next time you think “mug cake” sounds like a good idea, don’t fool yourself.  Make yourself some batter in a mug.  Don’t ruin it by putting it in the microwave.  If you’re not adventurous enough to risk horrible food-born illness, leave the egg out.  But don’t lie to me.

 

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Sunshine In My Muffins Hurts My Toothies

Grating Sunshine

This is sunshine all over my counter.

So I learned a lesson about blogging in bed when I accidentally posted this picture in my sleep.  Here’s the whole story about a day the could bring about that kind of tired.

Monday was a comedy/tragedy of errors.  I set my mind to beginning a routine with the children.  We were going to get up and out the door by 8 am first a walk, then to the playground, out for grocery shopping then back to the house for lunch, art project and muffin-making.  Then the children would pass out from exhaustion around 1:30 pm and I would descend into mommy-bliss: housecleaning-Pinteresting-blogging-laundry-doing mommy-bliss.

The muffins, you see, were to be a reward for good behavior.  What Princess didn’t know is I’d be using all natural ingredients chock full of nutrients.  Bwaa ha ha ha!!!! (Evil laugh.)

Princess is not a good eater.  As far as real “food” goes she eats cucumbers, fruit, grilled cheese, pizza, baked beans, chicken nuggets and occasionally mac and cheese or pasta and sauce.  That is her entire diet, well except for all the sugary foods and chips she’s not allowed to eat because she eats so little real food as it is.

I’ve read all sorts of ways to get nutrients into toddlers.  “Give them healthful dipping sauces,” as if Princess didn’t know mixing textures like that was a serious foul.  “You can hide lots of things in mashed potatoes,” they’d stay hidden on Princess’s plate because she’s no longer eating mashed potatoes.  “Change up the hamburgers they love,” as if we could venture into hamburger-world.  “Smoothies are so delicious and they’ll love helping,” someone said. I might as well vacuum the house while trying to force feed her brussels sprouts – to her it’s the same; loud and disgusting.

Then, someone said muffins.  Hmmmm.  My mom got me the muffin-maker for my birthday.  This was a solid plan.  Here’s the recipe I would use for easy carrot apple muffins.  When I told Princess we’d be making muffins, she was psyched.

“Blueberry muffins, mom?” she asked; I’m certain she was thinking of a giant Dunkin Donuts variety dad had recently spoiled her with.

“No, yummy CARROT muffins!” I told her.

“I don’t want carrot muffins,”  she told me, clearly wary.

“Okay, sunshine muffins it is,” I said, impressed with my quick thinking.

“Sunshine muffins?!  Yay! Hip hip hooray!” she exclaimed.

I  was up and showered by seven.  Princess woke up at 8.  Buster slept until 9.  This is certainly a good thing most times.  I didn’t look at it as a setback, I plowed forward.  The day disintegrated quickly.  There was a potty accident, a too-long trip to the grocery store, haze of other typical problems, no art project and certainly no muffin-making.  By 3:30 pm, nap time had still not started and I was standing over Princess shouting “shut your eyes!” while holding her crying baby brother.  Good times.

Of course, I was not able to let my muffin-plan go.  So, after the toddler had redeemed herself slightly with a quiet dinner of cereal, cucumbers and strawberries, I let her put on her apron to help me with muffins.  As you can see by the picture, I didn’t even handle the carrot-grating process properly.  I have at least 3 different devices in my cabinets that would have handled the grating neatly and efficiently for me.  I also have a bigger bowl.  I thought it would be easiest to go with the grater and bowl that were already on the counter.  We can just add that on to the other delusions of the day.  Anyway, the muffins were made and loaded into the muffin-maker.  She couldn’t wait for them to be ready.

Finally, they were cooked and cool enough to eat.  And they were good.  Moist, just sweet enough, delicious.  “Finally, here comes my win for the day,” I thought as I handed her one.

She bit into it and said “Yum!”

She took into the other room to show Daddy.  As she continued to eat, I heard her say, “wait, there is  something in there.”

She came back in to the kitchen to tell me next.  “Yes, there is something in there, it’s sunshine, I told her.”

“Sunshine, yea.  I can’t like sunshine,” she told me.  “It bothers my teeth – see mommy?” She opened her mouth and pointed to her teeth.  “Sunshine bothers my toothies.”

Of course it does.  I should have known.

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