Over a month ago I told my husband that all I wanted for my birthday was for him to make me a cake.  Because i'm the cook in the family, so i'm always making things for people and no one ever makes anything for me.  That changed to cupcakes since the book cake out early.  He wouldn't tell me which ones he was making.  I was a little worried because a) my husband hates to cook and b) when he does help me he's always a jackass and does things like steal my knife and hacking everything on the cutting board into itty bitty pieces.  So I made him sit down and read the whole begining of the book.

I had to go get more powdered sugar while he was making them, and when I came home I found him making ganache because he couldn't find the shortening.  I wanted to try piping again, so I made the buttercream frosting.  So we have chocolate cupcakes with ganache and regular butter cream.



The only thing he did wrong was  not fill all of the liners properly, so we had 11 cupcakes and the last one was a dwarf.  So we filled it up with a massive amount of frosting.  I will regret that later.



All together:



"Hey sweetie, come here.  I want to get a picture of both of us and the cupcakes." 
Timer starts beeping.
SPLAT!
He never saw it coming.



Of course, he promptly returned the favor but he had the midget cupcake so I got it way worse than he did.  He just got it on his face...



...I even got some in my ear.  Which I actually didn't notice until I went into the bathroom to wipe my face off and saw it in the mirror.





Also, my mother-in-law sent me a grill pan.  Sweet!  (Please ignore the mess, we're packing.)



*During the cupcake making, my husband said.  "That book was written by girls, they want me to mix things in seperate bowls.  There needs to be a cupcake book for guys.  Balls To The Walls Cupcakes!"  I think he might be on to something.