9.Cupcake Queen by Marci Peschke

Author:Marci Peschke
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: cupcakes, baking, 9781404875807, Friends, Tuesday Mourning, girls and women, beauty queens, 9781404881020, Picture Window Books, Marci Peschke, Kylie Jean
Publisher: Picture Window Books
Published: 2013-01-24T07:00:00+00:00

The apron looks just like Momma’s. I smooth the front and whisper, “I love it! Where did you get it?”

“I told Granny about your new business,” Momma says. “She made them for us. Now, let’s get started!”

Cupcake recipes are laid out in neat rows on the kitchen table. Momma and I sit down to decide which ones to make.

It is a hard decision. Everyone likes chocolate and vanilla. Momma’s favorite is red velvet. Strawberry and Italian cream cake are both good, too.

And I definitely want to make a special recipe Momma found for doggie cupcakes!

I ask, “How are we going to choose flavors?”

“You should make chocolate and vanilla, plus the dog recipe. Then choose two other flavors for variety,” Momma suggests.

I choose strawberry because I like the pink frosting. Then I pick red velvet since most folks like it. I put the recipe cards next to the big bowl mixer.

“Which one is first?” I ask.

“Let’s start with the chocolate,” Momma decides.

We read the recipe carefully. Momma calls out the ingredients and I fetch them for her.

She lists, “Flour, sugar, butter, eggs, milk, cocoa, salt, baking powder, and vanilla.”

I gather them up and tote them over to Momma.

First, we beat the golden butter until it is fluffy. I measure in the sugar as the mixer buzzes along.

Next comes the tricky part — cracking the eggs. Momma hands me a little bowl. Standing at the kitchen table, I tap the egg on the side of the bowl, watching a crack break across its middle. Pressing the sides of the egg, I hold my breath. I don’t want the shell to break into the bowl along with the egg.

“Oh no!” I cry as I see little pieces of shell swirling in the egg.

Momma winks. “Try again, sweetie. It takes practice.”

The bowl gets a rinse in the sink and I get another egg. This time the egg slides right out into the bowl with no shell. Yay!

But the recipe calls for two eggs. Can I do it again? Momma hands me another egg. I tap the egg, and success! It slips into the bowl, no shell. Momma adds them to the big mixing bowl. The beaters go buzz, buzz. The vanilla smells sweet when I carefully pour it into a measuring spoon.

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