I begrudgingly admit they were a great deal better than any kupkake we have made or probably ever will. We are not going to take all the blame for this though. We are really starting to think Martha is just for show. All talk, no substance. All sizzle, no steak. All hat, no cattle as some in the South might say. All salt and lime, no tequila as we might say. (Who knew there were so many ways to call someone a pretender?) True, her kupkakes are very pretty but we suspect she has never actually made one of them from this book.
I can only imagine what it was like for the poor souls (probably young children) who had to bake the kupkakes for the pictures in this book. It is not a question of IF they were punished for thinking she would never notice that one sprinkle that was out of place, but what kind of punishment they had to endure. You know she picked up a few tips in prison. Somewhere there is a wing in a psych ward reserved for ex Martha Stewart Inc employees, their physical scars never competing with their emotional ones.
All that being said this week’s Snickerdoodle Cupcakes were…..forgettable? I honestly don’t remember anything about them except they were dry. This happens every week so we started to bake them at 25 degrees lower and 2 minutes less than Martha demand from us. We follow her recipes/demands perfectly but we never can make anything that tastes as good as a Hostess Ding Dong. We also don’t cook with crack so that could be the difference. How could she put these recipes in her book knowing they are going to produce something with the taste and consistency of cardboard? She’s all icing, no cake…that’s how.
We have considered switching this blog up a bit and actually trying to bake a delicious kupkake but we have decided not to give up on our Martha just yet. Plus, who would we have to blame for our shortfalls? Ourselves? Absolutely not!
Speaking of shortfalls, Suzanne got to show off her icing abilities. I’m not really going to say much about her skills, I think the pictures will speak for themselves.
Not great but when compared to Suzanne’s:
Again, Tana’s:
Suzanne’s:
The laughing that took place in the kitchen is why we are doing this blog and this is why I (Tana) love being friends with Suzanne (among many other and mostly hilarious reasons). Much like our banana kupkakes a few weeks ago that resembled poop, these resembled something else as well. (Right, Eddie?) I must say, Suzanne was following Martha’s directions pretty well but somewhere, something went wrong. We were reduced to laughing and snorting and making inappropriate jokes…again.
One of these things is not like the other. 