I think of myself as a tolerant person. I only groan a little when I hear a dad joke. I hang out with people who are prettier than me. And I occasionally let people with Romney bumper stickers get in front of me on the freeway. I can even tolerate the odd disgusting food item, provided it has some redeeming qualities.
Strawberries & cream mug cake has no redeeming qualities.
Oh, sure. It looks delicious. It sounds pretty good, too. But do not be fooled.
The idea is cute. You want some cake, but you only want an individual serving size of cake. So, you make a cake in a mug. Adorable. So, I assembled my ingredients.
I mixed them as the instructions stated in a separate bowl, which, by the way, hurt my heart a little.
I mean, if you’re going to call it a mug cake, a bowl should be in no way involved. Also, I am lazy and had to go find a bowl. Dudes, it was hard enough to find all the stuff in my house to make the fucking cake. I had to pull a dusty yogurt out of the back of the fridge and I’m pretty sure it expired in 2008. Anyways. Into the mug.
And into the microwave.
I knew immediately when I took this out of the microwave to stick a toothpick in it that it was going to be a disaster. The toothpick bounced off. I guess that means it was done.
The rest of this story really should be told in pictures. Words cannot explain. I leave you with this.
In conclusion, if you like recipes that turn out like marginally edible sponges, you might like this. Otherwise, run. Run far away.