Just call me Martha….no wait don’t that’s way too much pressure.
Look up domestic goddess in the dictionary and you most certainly will not see a picture of me. In fact, I feel like I am getting less domesticated with age if that is possible – I’m regressing. I used to consider myself a pretty good cook, but the other day I burnt porridge.
Of late I have been obsessed with a chocolate cupcake. It was all I could think about. I don’t eat a lot of refined sugar so it was quite an odd craving.
So, on a rainy Saturday, still in my PJ’s and minus a hairbrush, I set to making dark chocolate cupcakes with butter-cream icing. I made a complete mess of the kitchen and had a great time (my just-slap-it-on icing technique definitely needs work).
My jeans are far too expensive to be eating a whole pile of these and blowing out. So I think this may be my last baking day for a while. If you wish to indulge, the recipe is here. They were pretty freakin’ good. Although, Dad really ruined things when he arrived and said they looked like boobs….
Much love, you delicious cupcake xxxx