Bless his cotton socks. OH makes a mean steak, and is the BBQ King, but when it comes to baking, he doesn’t know his walnut loaf from his whoopee pie.
So when he got it in his head that he was going to bake Barbie cupcakes with the girls, I was totally dubious supportive. It was a packet cake, after all, and you can’t go wrong with one of those, right?
Perhaps the state of the eggs OH brought home should have been a portent…
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or the look of his icing (before it was rescued with a truckload of icing sugar)… |
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OK, the cupcakes weren’t going to win any beauty contests… |
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or take first place in The Great British Bake Off… |
but the girls loved it and they got to spend some quality time with Daddy – which pretty much makes them the best cupcakes in the world, I reckon!
awwwwh cooking time is fun time