You guys, I know it’s St. Patrick’s day and I am supposed to be out pretending I am Irish and drinking green beer and Guinness until I am wailing Irish jigs and stumbling behind bushes to relieve myself in public, but I am too old for that shit.
So I made cupcakes instead.
At least they’re festive cupcakes. Because I attempted these shamrock cupcakes.
These are just regular old cupcakes except that you use marbles to turn the cupcake papers into a shamrock shape.
Of course, my first problem was finding marbles. They are surprisingly difficult to find at my usual errand-running locations (mostly the grocery store and the liquor store, if you want to know the truth), so I had to make a special trip to the craft store to find some. I did eventually meet with success.
To raise my chances of completing this recipe, I began with a boxed cake mix. If you know me, you know that taking as much of the complication out of baking as possible is always a good thing in my case.
And then, because I am a festive little fucker, I added green food coloring.
I actually added a lot of food coloring, but there seemed to be an upper limit as to how green I could get the cake batter to be.
Then, as per the directions, I spooned the batter into a baggie to make a piping bag so as not to slop batter everywhere while trying to fill the shamrock-shaped cupcake liners.
I still managed to make a giant mess of it, but I can’t imagine how bad it would have been if I’d tried it without the bag.
I had really, really low expectations for these, you guys. Even normally, I am not great at turning out beautiful, uniformly-shaped cupcakes. So this seemed doomed to disaster.
And, it’s true, they were not beautiful…
But they are certainly not the ugliest thing I have ever baked, by any stretch of the imagination. And sometimes, that’s good enough.
After I de-marbled them and reshaped them a little (which involved pinching extra bits off and eating them, so a winning proposition, really), they didn’t look half bad.
And here’s where I truly admit how much confidence I had in these: I was so convinced that even the baking of these would result in catastrophe that I didn’t even bother to go buy anything with which to decorate them.
So I slapped some icing eyeballs on there and called it good.
So, happy St. Patrick’s day, one and all. I leave you with an old Irish blessing that I just now made up:
May the wind always be at your back, and if you drink too much, may your green vomit at least be sort of amusing.
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