A green salad was my assignment for our Easter Sunday dinner.
I tracked down the sister in charge of dessert and asked if I could switch with her.
She agreed after I told her that I was going to make cupcakes like Mom always made at Easter.
I Googled butter cream frosting and found a recipe that had 5 stars and 27 positive reviews.
The recipe called for 2 sticks of butter and 3/4 cup of powdered sugar.
I didn't have butter and used margarine instead.
That was only my first mistake.
When I realized that margarine was not going to cut it I called my sister.
She didn't have butter...and that meant a quick trip to the grocery store...the grocery store that almost requires you speak Spanish on the weekends. Monday - Friday you go and think you're in the United States but on the weekend it's a different story.
Lucky for me I speak Spanish.
After waiting in line for what seemed like forever, I took my butter home and tried again.
2 sticks of butter, 3/4 cup powdered sugar, vanilla, and milk ...
That's what the recipe called for. I double and triple checked it. And it had 27 positive reviews.
The frosting was basically a blob of butter and I couldn't use it. Just like that the second batch of icing went down the sink.
On my third attempt I used a different recipe. This one called for 1/2 cube of butter and 3 cups of powdered sugar...and as you can imagine it tasted purely of powdered sugar.
In my mind I heard my mom saying 'use more salt'. That was her cure for everything.
I tried more salt, more vanilla, more milk...nothing worked.
It tasted like powdered sugar.
I added cherry flavoring...I used more salt...
I was at my wits end.
Jason called his mom and asked 'how do you make frosting?'
She suggested we add cool whip, and so we did.
But then Jason just kept adding it, and by the time it tasted good it was too runny and wouldn't stay on the cupcakes.
I'll admit that I was beyond grouchy at this point.
I had a fine layer of powdered sugar on every surface in my kitchen, and had been working on making this frosting for far longer than I had planned, and as a result I lost my only opportunity for a nap.
I called my mom and asked, "Mom, HOW THE HECK (because I can't say the other word in front of my mom) do you make frosting?"
She gave me the name of another recipe to Google and after laughing at my predicament wished me luck.
I looked up the recipe and started on another batch of frosting.
At the point I realized I was out of powdered sugar, I thought about throwing my mixer across the kitchen.
My sister did have powdered sugar and not only did she let me borrow it, she brought it to me.
Jason declared that the frosting tasted good but I wouldn't know. I swore I would never taste frosting again.
You would think after such an event my family would take pity on me.
Yesterday I was in charge of Sunday dinner.
We had tacos...because how hard can it be to mess tacos up?
Not hard, unless you're me. When all was said and done I didn't have enough meat and my mom had to come to my rescue...again.
Anyone who has a good frosting recipe?
Would you kindly send it my way?