Making cup cakes

You have absolutely no idea how hard it is when you are baking 80 cup cakes which are supposed to be a secret, to remember NOT to post anything on Twitter or Facebook!

On something like Friday, Stella and Tony had realised that they wouldn't be able to get a birthday cake through the golf club where The Party was to be held, and passed the problem to Lindsey to sort out :-P

We weren't quite sure where we could get a nice, commercially made cake in a week. Anyway, opined I.  Wouldn't it be just as easy to bake one?  Yes, said Lindsey!  Cup cakes.  We can have cup cakes.  So we bought a cup cake book in Sydney and came back to Ballarat and while Lindsey and The Builder were re-building the duck run in order to thwart the fox, I set to, to bake 80 cup cakes.

I so, so wanted to report progress on Twitter and Facebook ("Memo to self:  do the chocolate cup cakes last!!"  "Keep great dane out of kitchen when baking, lest she eat the butter".  "Hooray, cakes baked, now for the icing".  "Oops! piping bag has exploded and pink icing has gone everywhere :-S " "Cocoa has a tendency to take over the whole known universe and splash everything in brown") but both Tony and Stella read both Twitter and Facebook and might just have been a tiny bit curious as to why precisely I had felt the need to bake loads of cup cakes so I had to restrain myself.

And now the cakes are baked and iced and packed.  We just have to get them to Melbourne and thence to Mount Martha and all will be well.  The fox has, apparently, been thwarted.  And it's time to get back on the road.  We have a birthday to celebrate