Sunday, May 10, 2015

Chocolate Cupcakes!


I tried a new recipe this weekend for chocolate cupcakes (New Guy's favorites) and man am I pleased with myself. I started with the Hershey's "Perfectly Chocolate" recipe and substituted the Special Dark for any regular unsweetened cocoa (in both the frosting and the batter). I'm not sure if you know this, but the health benefits of dark chocolate make these cupcakes almost as healthy as carrots*.



INGREDIENTS
2 cups sugar
1-3/4 cups all-purpose flour
3/4 cup HERSHEY'S Special Dark Cocoa
1-1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1-1/2 teaspoons baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
2 eggs
1 cup milk
1/2 cup vegetable oil
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1 cup boiling water

Directions
1. Heat oven to 350°F. Line muffin tins with paper baking cups.
2. Stir together sugar, flour, cocoa, baking powder, baking soda and salt in large bowl. Add eggs, milk, oil and vanilla; beat on medium speed of mixer 2 minutes. Stir in boiling water ("batter will be thin" said the original recipe, but seriously, this stuff is like liquid... it's okay, don't panic). Pour batter into prepared pans.
3. Fill cups 2/3 full with batter. 
4. Bake 18 to 22 minutes. Cool completely. 
About 30 cupcakes

I filled mine with a marshmallow cream filling (marshmallow fluff, shortening, powdered sugar, vanilla, water, pinch of salt) and topped them with a classic dark chocolate butter cream. Yum and yum. 

*This is not true. Please don't send me healthy hate mail.

Thursday, May 07, 2015

Seat 21D

I'm sitting in the exit row of a flight from Dallas-Fort Worth to St. Louis; extra leg room is a small perk of traveling so much that the fun is completely gone. Above me in the overhead bin is a mini cooler bag tucked into my carry on. It has two days worth of menopur vials, a follistim pen, and handful of syringes, and other really fun stuff.

Two rows behind me is a pregnant woman with a toddler already in tow. Across the aisle from her, a woman sits with a very unhappy newborn. I'm pretty sure I can smell baby from here. I can certainly hear them. And every few seconds someone in front of me turns around to give the mother of which ever one is currently crying an evil stare. I'm the only woman between these men and the babies, so they look at me first to determine if I'm the woman ruining their tin can rocket ride with my spawn.

Ugh.

I'm trapped in a flying metal tube less than 10 feet from an emotional trigger extravaganza and I want to scream, "it's not me assholes! I just LOOK like I've had a baby from stimming and eating my feelings!"