Its really not often that I stretch my domestic legs.Â I’m not a big baker (…because I suck at it).Â I’m not a big cleaner (…because I suck at it).Â I’m not a big craft person (…because I suck at it).Â But this week I have decided to dust off my apron.Â Literally.
I started by roasting a chicken.Â And, as always, Beanie was my sous chef.
Isn’t it a pretty chicken?Â You can’t even tell by looking at it that the inside core of this pretty chicken is raw, can you?Â Eat your heart out, Donna Reed.
What is that part that’s missing on your pretty chicken, you may ask.Â Well, that’s where I got hungry and started knawing on one of the chicken legs before I cut him up.Â Don’t worry.Â That was one of the cooked parts.
As if that roast chicken doesn’t say domestic goddess, yesterday I (attempted to) bake cupcakes.Â It was a box cake mix.Â How bad could things go, right?Â Wrong.
I filled the cupcake papers too much and so my cupcakes were enormous.Â Abnormally enormous.Â You could land small aircraft on them.
On the positive side, because the cupcakes were so big, they sank down in the center.Â This means I can fill the center of the cupcakes with a little pool of icing.Â Yummmmmm…………
I think that’s what domestication is really all about.Â When life hands you sunken cupcakes, fill the holes with icing.