Monday, April 6, 2009
Red Sox Opening Day! Almost.
Well... this post is anticlimactic.
Today was supposed to be the Red Sox's Opening Day. They were supposed to play Tampa Bay at 2:00pm and we were supposed to have a viewing party at Evan's house. My cupcakes were supposed to steal the show.
I guess my cupcakes still stole the show, but really, what kind of competition does Neville Hall provide on a Monday?
I started with an uninspired red velvet cake and a batch of white velvet cake divided, half blue. I wanted stripes since stripes are oh-so-baseball, but the white velvet batter was far too thick for zebra striping. What I ended up doing was sneaking blobs of white and blue into each red velvet cupcake. Like a surprise.
Here are some in various stages of scoopedness...
and here is one baked and split.
Anyway, I set off to redeem myself as a competent wielder of fondant with these Red Sox cupcakes. I knew the basic gist of the Boston B, so I figured I would ever-so-simply whip out about 24 of those B's and be done.
Oy vey. If you haven't tried to cut a Boston B out of fondant with only the most basic fondant skills and tools, then you'll just have to believe me when I tell you that this is easier said than done. I managed to cut out 4 successful Boston Bs before I switched over to the hanging socks. Sox? I don't know...
This is how the whole team turned out.
My colleagues assured me that I am now slightly compotent when it comes to fondant. The socks were a big hit and the cupcakes were all gone by 1:00pm.
However, the Red Sox game was postponed to Tuesday at 4pm because of the threat of rain. It was sunny here! 22 cupcakes went to campus today and another 10 will go to the postponed viewing party tomorrow.
Now for a brief digression. You might have noticed that my computer died on Friday. It didn't ever come back. We had a brief moment of hope on Saturday, but even that was fleeting and really just a tease. So... I did what any good blogger would do. I gave my trusty laptop a big squeeze for all its hard work in the past and I let it go.
I turned to baking to help me destress, and I realized that though I lift weights and play racquetball, my right arm gets quite a workout mixing some of the more stiff batters.
Look at that tension! There is no flab there!
Like a kharmic slap in the face, my mixer gave up the ghost as I was finishing the icing for the Red Sox cupcakes. So, I did what any good baker would do. I kissed my ever loyal and blissfully cheap handmixer and I let it go.
And then I realized, maybe it's not so normal to hug a crashed laptop or kiss a handmixer that smells that burning plastic.
So what do you think? Do you feel a little bit sad when an appliance or electronic kicks the bucket? Is it just me?!