For today’s “Keeping it Real” category, I present to you the following scenario:
Minnesota Mom makes muffins. (Cupcakes, actually, but I liked the alliteration in that sentence.) And to keep it really real, I will tell you they were from a box, of the Duncan Hines “Red Velvet” variety. We call this “Red Red Cake” in my family.
I let the cupcakes cool while the kids happily smacked down their lunch of “Chicken-n-Stars” Campbell’s soup with ham sandwiches on the side. The ham sandwiches were made with my friend Tina’s incredibly delicious 100% whole wheat bread made from freshly milled wheat and other wholesome ingredients. Do I get extra points for that?
I wipe off my red red counter, feeling tired.
I check the recipe for Bavarian cream that I linked to this morning. I have one of those “You gotta be kidding me” moments—the kind where you have to laugh or you just might cry—when I see all the beating & boiling & cooling & pouring-in-a-thin-stream while-your-daughter-feeds-her-bread-crusts- to-the-dog and your-sons-beat-on each-other-with-light-sabers involved.
I find this quick-n-easy replacement recipe, which would be great to make if I had all the ingredients. Which I don’t.
I decide to skip the cream filling entirely. I frost the cupcakes—sloppily, one might claim—with Betty Crocker “Whipped Cream Cheese Frosting.” (Artificially Flavored)
I call out, “Jem? Could you draw up a bunch of miters for me?”
Yes, Mom, he could.
I call out, “Cate? Would you cut out all the miters that Jem drew and then promptly abandoned?” (She’s the responsible eldest daughter.)
Yes, Mom, she would.
And yes, I did.
And yes, we did.
(Eat them, that is. They were delicious.)
Ad Jesum per Mariam,