To begin the journey

I am cursed. I am cursed with the curse inflicted on me by the anti-cupcake gods who desire to upset every young girl's plan to make the perfect homemade cupcake. If even to just make a perfect batter that doesn't sink or burn or stick to the liner. But that is the joy of baking high altitude.

Where exactly is my locatin? Some sort of thousand feet high in Colorado. Near Pikes Peak.

My first endeavor to make a delicious, beautiful cupcake failed. Especially considering they were being compared to beautiful, fluffy c.cakes from a new Cupcake Courture shop in town.

I will suffer the shame and share pictures:




The pretty pink thing on top is my home-made fondant. It wasn't very delicious--actually rather sweet. I think I will work on making the perfect fondant after I make the perfect batter. And conquer my new icing gun thing, which did not work very well at all when I used it for the first time. It's seriously designed for you to pull a trigger like shooting a gun. The icing comes out in weird spurts...not so fun.

Today I bought some chocolate box mix and decided to try melting marshmallows on top of them while they only had a few minutes left in the oven. The marshmallows didn't melt but rather sort of pillowed out into a glob on top. Still, once I stuck in the graham crackers to achieve a "smores" theme the looked kinda cute. After tasting on though I think they are a little dry...they definitely need icing or something.




For a browner, toastier marshmallow, but the marshmallows on top of the cupcakes when there is about 8 minutes left on the timer.