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.
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.