Saturday, April 16, 2011

Sweetest Little



"I didn't know how babies were made until I was pregnant with my fourth child."

Loretta Lynn

The week before birthday week this year, I arrived home from the office to a box on the counter for something I knew I hadn't ordered. Yes, the box was addressed to me. It had shipped from Lenexa, Kansas via someone, something, or someplace called "The Grommet."

Indeed, inside was a gift from a colleague who shares a monthly mail-watch for the Cambria Cove catalog. Although this gift is now available in lots of places in several colors, my box held the original baby pink electric appliance known as "Babycakes" that we both first observed therein. This discovery came a few months after we had elected to eat dessert first on a business trip to Overland Park, Kansas; when the bistro we'd targeted for dinner was closed for a special event, we just went across the street to a cupcake shop, sampled four of their creations, and downed the whole thing with ice-cold milk. Since then, we've had a unique internal radar for cupcake imagery, if not the real thing.

Anyway, the Babycakes is basically like a waffle iron for two-inch cupcakes and anything else I might want to concoct, so long as it's acceptable to form it into a two-inch something.

The inside has eight cups, and the whole surface is non-stick. Inside the box, I also found a small bag with a pastry bag and a couple of tips. I don't need it, since I have an entire set of bags and tips already; but, I don't throw anything away in this department - ever. I stored it in the bottom cabinet drawer where all the baking supplies live in our kitchen. It would be a good thing for a novice baker to use for "practice" some day. She knows who she is....

Another bag held a couple of rings. The people who created this appliance had the good sense to flute the edges of the baking cups and calculate the precise sized circle of pastry dough that would fit; then, also provide the cutter to do that. Not stopping there, the other ring can be used to press the precisely-sized dough circle into the cup and onto the flutes. Genius. Perfect for any miniature pie of any sort - pumpkin for Thanksgiving, pecan for Christmas, quiche for whenever, and so forth.

I looked forward to test-driving this little cupcake maker today and decided to keep it simple with one of the "emergency" boxed cake mixes from the pantry. Ever mindful of the altitude instructions, I used them - not knowing if the enclosed baking compartment of this unit would need the adjustment. After more than eight years, I'm still learning about the science of high-altitude baking and believe, but am unsure, that the "open" nature of a cupcake tin in a standard oven helps to create the air bubbles, popping, and endless rising of batter that usually results in an overly airy finished cake.


The instructions said to put about two tablespoons of batter in each cup, which I wasn't too disciplined about. However, with the first batch, I was remembering what happens when a waffle iron is over-filled and anticipated that I might have created a mess for myself. I had already read the directions when the box first arrived, but forgot to reread them before pre-heating the unit. The battle popped and sizzled as it hit the fully pre-heated unit; I thought I had invited another disaster. But, no! The directions said that it was OK to put the batter in the pre-heated unit - that it wouldn't affect the results. How could that be?


The first batch was perfect after five minutes, just as predicted. I unplugged Babycakes and began to gently prod around the edges with a dull knife to see if the nonstick surface had performed. All eight cupcakes were baked and popped right out. Too good to be true?


I put the second batch in the unplugged, cooling unit; then, closed the lid and plugged it back into the socket. Five minutes later, the cakes were done again. But, I found that this batch was sticking. They didn't really tear, but they weren't as perfect as batch #1. Since I don't have to be told twice, I decided that the best results came from putting the batter in the preheated unit because the bottom began baking before the rest of the cake. I don't know if that's true. But, it's my story and I'm "sticking" to it, since all the remaining cakes popped out after having been started this way. CRD Science 101.



The yield was predicted to be somewhere between 44 and 48 of these little babies. But, since I was profligate and imprecise with the batter, I only got 37 Babycakes. I haven't decided how I will finish them, but I'm almost equally a Frosting vs. Cake Girl. So, there will be frosting.


Observing how uniform and "perfect" this batch of cakes looked compared to anything miniature I've tried to bake in Colorado, I began to fret that they wouldn't taste or "feel" like cake. That they would be more like a chocolate muffin. But, again, no worries there. In fact, the process of baking the cake in the enclosed unit prevented the ungainly rising and resulted in a denser, more from-scratch like texture. Like all cakes, they will be even better tomorrow.


What a discovery! Dr. Jayhawk is moving in on the deal, already suggesting that his favorite blueberry muffins would be more perfect in the Babycakes. I can see all kinds of advantages to this thing, especially during hot weather. Fortunately, we don't have that much of it. But, no one - with me first in that line - wants to turn on the "big" oven when it's hot, any time of year. It's also possible to make just enough batter for as few as eight cakes. Portion control emerges in the form of recipe control, which has always been there for the taking in cupcake tins also; but, for which none of us has probably taken the time to figure it out.

The latest issue of the Cambria Cove catalog suggests that the manufacturer is doing quite well, as we can now order a whoopie pie maker and a cake ball maker from them, too. Probably for unit integrity issues, but maybe for other not-as-smart reasons, they may have overplayed their hand. I don't have time, inclination, or space for any more "cake" makers. Dr. Jayhawk asked why they didn't make the unit with interchangable plates, too. It's so obvious, an attorney could see it.


Oh well, here's to American Ingenuity, Capitalism, and cupcake goodness. In any size.



Saturday, April 9, 2011

Unsettled, with a Chance of Cupcakes



"O, the land of cloudless day,
O, the land of an unclouded day,
O, they me tell of a home where no storm clouds rise,
O, they me tell of an unclouded day."

Joshua K. Alwood, 1800

I break for Spring. Since we moved here in 2002 and experienced our first "spring" in 2003, we have duly noted that it's unlike any spring we've ever experienced anywhere else.

It's more confounding than Fall, which also goes through transition pangs resulting in a decision to wear a wool sweater on a day that ultimately goes to a high of 75. Or, a cotton shirt without a jacket on a day that opens at 70 and lows to 30 by mid-afternoon.

Pity the trees and shrubs that don't know whether to wake up or stay asleep. Most can't control themselves, setting buds with abandon; only to have a load of heavy, wet snow arrive like a new dress for Easter.

So, in honor of that time on the calendar when others are breaking for Spring, even though we're not sure when it started or where it will end, I hereby put When Pigs Fly under the safe cover of hiatus.

It's a good time to stay low to the ground.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

All Things Being Equal


"England defeats United States 2-1; USA: first loss to England since 1988.


ESPN crawl - 3:10 p.m. Mountain Daylight Time, April 2, 2011

It's almost time for Butler vs. VCU - the first of two Final Four semifinal games. We were hoping it would be Butler vs. Kansas, even though we rooted for the Indiana Cinderella to defeat Duke in the championship game last year. It's hard to think of Butler as a Cinderella this year, into the Final Four for the second consecutive year. And, VCU just gets stronger with each new group of pundit-naysayers declaring that they can't possibly beat whoever they're playing next.

Caution persists now among those same talking heads, as I've heard all week that it's hard to pick against VCU, based on their five consecutive wins in a tournament they weren't good enough to make; and their dismantling of Kansas, the only number one-seeded team remaining until last Sunday. I'm not sure how much credit to give VCU, as the jaw-dropping upsets of a Bill Self-coached Kansas team at tournament time are well-known by now, having been chronicled in When Pigs Fly. (Insert smiley face here.)

I could say that we're used to it. But, frankly, you never get used to losing like that. It's likely all the more stunning because Kansas frequently fields a very competitive team and tallies so many wins through a season, they look like they can't be stopped. I won't dismiss VCU by saying that Kansas beat themselves last weekend; but, it sure felt like that at times. Their senior (usually sharp) three-point shooters were cold as ice. It was ugly early and felt like a loss by the middle of the first half. We watched to the bitter end, because that's what we do. For either the USC Trojans in football or the Kansas Jayhawks in basketball, we believe that it's not over until it's over.

Well, it was and is truly over; and, that means that I mostly hang up the Mrs. Jayhawk mantle for another few months. Today, I'm a Butler Bulldog. I know that logic would suggest that I root for the team that knocked out my team. But, I don't have an emotional investment in VCU and continue to subscribe to the sentiment that they can't stay hot forever. By the time you read this post, we'll know for a certainty. My father is from Indiana; and, Mark's mother's family is from Indianapolis. So, we don't need to find our True North to know who to support when things get tough. It's a no-brainer.

Speaking of brains, it's multiple-birthday month in the Dickerson household. Mark kicks it off every year by conveniently having his birthday fall on the first day. That's right - he's an April Fools' baby.

I've known him almost 43 years; and I got the story straight just this week. I had been telling everyone that his father had told friends that the baby was due on April 1; and, that, if actually born on that day - regardless of gender - he planned to name the baby "April."

Wrong.

I don't know if the story has changed or I wasn't listening or I was listening too fast. The real story (now) is that his parents were able to choose the date of his birth and deliberately chose April 1. His father's naming story - as apparently recounted from the pulpit throughout Mark's formative years - was that he would name the baby "April" if it was a girl and "Fool" if it was a boy.

Well, the joke was on him. Mark was brilliant. He is also one of the most brilliant males of the human race I've ever known. That's why he's Mr. CRD. Well, one of the reasons. (Insert winking smiley face here.)

A bunch of other birthdays will come and go in our family and among friends before month's end. Easter is late this year; so, we'll have more than our fair share of opportunities to eat sweet things. It's probably a good thing that we get most of this kind of thing out of the way relatively early in the year.

I was sifting through a stack of greeting cards I've saved over the years and found a preponderance of flying pig and pig-related graphics. I suppose I could be known for other, more substantive things and pithy sayings, but the "When Pigs Fly" moniker fits and sticks.

Good thing, too. I have a few personal projects that I feel would be improved by flight. A couple of them feel like a 250-pound hog in a pink tutu. All I need is some wings for those porkers, and off I'll go.

The piano needs to be tuned. I can't do that myself; but, I could make the phone call. That sucker is going to sit there as just another large piece of furniture to be dusted if I don't get on it soon. I sat down to it last night and almost fell off the bench when I realized how bad it's become over the past few months. I'm a phone call away from making that pig fly. It should not be so hard to do. But, when will I both be in town and at home to have this task completed?

It's not looking good during birthday month. May? Maybe.


I have purchased a few of those little sample bottles of paint that are now so readily available (where were they hiding before they were so readily available?). I don't do large-scale projects myself. But, I have a couple of spaces that I can easily do myself. I just need to do it. Well, I just need to decide on colors. THEN, I just need to do it.

Why are these decisions so hard? I used to work in homebuilding, for crying out loud. I had no problem deciding what to paint a model home owned by someone else. But, I also have a file folder full of ideas that I've accumulated since we moved into the house in 2002. I have a self-inflicted case of the "Tyranny of Indecision." A subject for another post on another day.

This paint pig has the "I'm fixin' to start" problem. All I really need to do is just make a choice.

Without the distraction of college basketball, I should do what I do best: focus, choose, do.

Maybe I'll take a look at that paint folder during the Butler game. Although, it's a really tight contest here at 4:51 to go in the first half.

I should probably go through my e-mails and find the name of that piano tuner I was going to call just before Christmas...

...momentum seems to be swinging back to Butler.

...what time does the other national semi-final game start?

...pigs lined up like jets at O'Hare....

...this little piggy ate roast beef...

...what are we going to eat tonight...

...I should really get the clothes out of the dryer and fold them at halftime...

...where's Dr. Jayhawk?