My roommate loves my baked treats and commented I should have a bakery. No desire to stand 8 hours in a hot kitchen with a greasy floor. I did that one summer in college for a fast food place and swore to never work in one of those again.
Up until midnight frosting my cupcakes and learne dmy lesson. Baked my famous pink moscato cupcakes people love so much. Used a new recipe using 2 sticks of butter instead of 1/2 cup shortening and stick of butter cause it used a cup less of powdered sugar. Oh its creamy buttercream frosting alright, too creamy like almost mush so added another cup powdered sugar to thicken it to use in my decorating bag. For decorating, frosting needs shortening for structure and higher melting point. Have to keep in fridge or they will melt. Tossing that recipe in the garbage.
Roommate got burned while I was making cupcakes. He decided to toss a cup of my lawn mower gasoline onto a fire he started to roast marshmallows. Some gas got on his hand and poof. He was in serious pain. Used ice, burn gel, and wrapped in gauze. Then he drank the leftover wine from my cupcakes and Advil. Then he wanted cigarettes and I was worried about his gauze catching fire. He insisted the cigarettes would put him asleep better than my melatonin.
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