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2011 in review

I  know, the Gimme Dem Cupcakes blog has been quiet, but you understand.  ”Momma’s Always on Stage.”  Someone asked me what I was proud of in 2011, and I’m definitely proud of my baking.  Thank you all for your support.

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 4,000 times in 2011. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 3 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

Other things to celebrate from 2011:

-healthy growth and love of my family

-another wonderful year with my man

-another wonderful year with the Literacy Council, promotion to bartender at Artie’s and most of all, my new part-time baker position at Sticky Fingers!

-Growing and gaining new friendships

-Dad and my sister maintaining near full-time employment!

-surviving my trip across country with my bestie Becky

-winning 2nd place Amatuer Division at the Capital Area Cake Show

-Gimme Dem Cupcakes first wedding order

-taking the goods to market, especially collaborating with Jill for the V Picnic Club at the Mount Pleasant Farmer’s market

Thank you all for an exceptional year.  I wish you all a blessed 2012.

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In Cupcakes We Trust

For years, I’ve loved the idea of getting a tattoo.  Ideas are great, but sometimes not realistic.  I think we have a lot of right and need to control our body image and so I decided to really flush out some concepts to see if it really was important to me.

“In Cupcakes We Trust” is a phrase that echoes in my mind along with “Burritos and Justice for All.”  These are some of the sort of whimsical kt-isms that have made the idea of getting a tattoo make sense.  Yet, before there was food, hippos were my first obsession.  They are just such a funny dichotomy between the doughy, friendly things humans like to idealize, and the actually massive, territorial, dangerous animals that they are.

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I’ve always said, that if i ever got a tattoo, it’d have to fit certain criteria:

1.   Whatever idea I get has to stick after at least a year of ruminating in my head.

2. The phrase or image should be in a place I can see it so it’s for me and not just other people to look at.

3. Most importantly, the phrase or image should represent me.

4. And lastly, it’d be nice to have original artwork.

So, I finally selected a concept and an artist I think will do great work, and I’ve decided my first tattoo will be a roaring hippo tattoo to go on my side probably 6-8″ tall/wide.  Something like this image

I’ve stewed on the idea a whole year and I still really love it.  Matt, the artist does great things and I’m really excited about working with him.  A co-worker has already lined up an appointment with a tattoo artist for April, so sometime soon you can poke me in the side and I’ll wince!  It’ll be “in the flesh!”  I’m planning to see how I like the hippo and then get the other two phrases for my biceps and eventually I’d love something like this, placement and time tba.

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Will my AmeriCAN Dream Cupcakes win me a Nobel Peace Prize?

Dad was watching the Today Show as usual (he’s turned into a teary pouty middle-aged woman) and Ann Curry barreled through the announcement that Obama had won the Nobel Peace Prize.  ::Gasp::  Everyone’ surprised, and at first I was realing.
I’m glad I had baking time set aside to process.  The AmeriCAN Dream cupcakes are almost grotesque, I love it.  It so suits my reaction to the Nobel Committee’s announcement.  I called my two best friend Joy and Becky to hash it out.  Did I miss something?  When was the last time Obama went on a hunger strike?  But that isn’t the point. It’s not really about the man, or his actions exactly.   It’s the messages and how they move others to make a better life.  It’s about how he represents a shift in attitude and approach; dignified posture that sheds the shameful, neanderthal approach of the Bush administration and gets back to approaching leaders and talking instead of shooting.  I have to agree, he must be stretched thin, and not that much policy has changed, but he’s leading a movement, he’s changing minds.  Maybe he hasn’t gone on strike but he’s made moves, and moreover, I’m he’s sacrificed.  He’s going to make so much more possible. I worry that as this award is somewhat premature, it amplifies the expectation we all place on him.  Can he really save us?
Mr. President, free cupcakes for life.  That’ a promise.  Just say when.
I’m glad I got to churn out these awkward litle lovelies on such a special day.
Until the President calls, I’ll have to share elsewhere.

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You can’t put a price on it

In case you haven’t tasted one yet, look out, my cupcakes ooze with love.  This week, I got my first commission to bake 30-36 mini cupcakes of my choosing for the Literacy Council’s Back to School Night.  I decided on Choconut, Jelly Donut, and Dreamsicle.  Ultimately, it was a good learning experience with a mixture of success and failure.

The event was Wednesday night, so Tuesday after a marathon day at the office, staffing both James Lee registrations, I set out to the grocery store.  On the way I checked my voice mail only to find I did not get the little puppy pending adoption at Animal Welfare League of Arlington.  Then, I of course only found imitation almond extract and forgot to buy more cupcake liners.  Woe is Kt B.  When I got home, my sister and I mourned the puppy while we crushed most of a 500 piece puzzle.  puzzle pwnageAt about 11:30, I went about my preparations, seeing I’d have just enough if I didn’t make any mistakes.  prepThen, struck by the mood to improvise, I tried subbing out my regular unbleached all-purpose for gluten-free flour with a little almond flour as well as subbing coconut oil for vegetable.  I rushed a little and put regular size cupcakes in with the mini pan.  You can see where this is going.  I was starting to lose my steam especially since I was sad about Ty the puppy. The end result was less delicious, slightly deflated crumbly cupcakes.  deflatedNot something I’d be proud to present as my first sale.  So, a little more defeated, I went to bed wishing happy thoughts for Ty and his new owner(s) and brainstorming what I’d need to do in the AM.

I got up at 8 and decided to use some sick leave to collect my self and make some redemption cupcakes.  I stopped at Safeway hoping to find a 2nd mini-cupcake pan and the almond extract.  No pan, but I tried Micheals in the same shopping center.  They were sold out, but they did have the this cool pearl stuff I ‘m thinking of using for another project.  At home, I resolved that Ty is a beautiful puppy and though I’m sad and allowed to be sad, it showed me the kind of bonding I’d like to have with a dog I do adopt.  I also decided there wasn’t a second mini pan because I needed to go at a slow pace and be a little more careful and loving.

Nailed it.  I think I made the best buttercream and cream cheese icings in kt-history.  I also nixed the gluten-free urge.  I did use real vanilla beans for the batters and did find the pure almond extract.  I did try to candy an orange peel 1. by baking 2. by simmering it in sugar water until i forgot about it…  Whoops.  baking made a really dry rind, so in the end, I opted to use rthe candied ginger I had.  tossing the rind in sugarEnd result: gorgeous black and white Choconut, melt in your mouth Dreamsicle, and classic Jelly Donut.  Moreover, my office-mates were thrilled they got to eat my “mistakes.”

Then came the last dilemma, Suzanne insisted the Council pay me.  I had no idea how to price it so I handed her the receipt from Safeway for a reimbursement on supplies instead.  She argued with me but ended with a grin and hug, proud and happy for the sweet little tins we put out for the volunteers.  Whew.

Choconut

Dreamsicle

drea team

Next project: the “American Dream” cupcake…  <3

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Gimme Dem’s Busy Bees

So after spending time with Yuli baking this Saturday, I want more!  While it wasn’t a victory in vegan exploits, we did make about 40 saltenas and one delicious peach poundcake.  We didn’t make it to fondant, but I’m looking forward to more Saturdays.  In fact, let’s get organized.  I’m planning to start a mini baking think-tank.  Who knows, maybe it’ll become the baking dream team of tomorrow!  I’m thinking at least one Saturday a month.  I’m calling you out.  Email me if you want in: beckmaka@gmail.com!  I’m thinking potluck ingredients, free recipes, good company, great food.  Who knows, with the right music, it might dissolve into a series of sugar infused dance parties.  Also, in an effort to be more inclusive, I’m going to update my account on Bakespace, so be on the lookout for recipes… eventually.

Yuli getting the pound cake all beat into shape kitschy cute, no?

In other news, I’ve been recruited. 1. to lead a Bake Sale… yes, I’m talking about you, Cristina and Cole.  Come to a club meeting and you’ll have all the know-how to do your own baking. I know you can do it!  I’ve had your cake and lasagna!  To die for.  2. I’ve been hired to bake for Back to School Night for my main squeeze, the Literacy Council!  My first commission deserves my original recipe, the Jelly Donut and then I think I’ll do Chocolate Almond and Vanilla with the new beans I just bought wholesale at Artie’s!

Level Up Salesman Skillzes!  Rival cupcakers, prepare to be pwned.

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Mom, where do cupcakes live?

Like most mythical creatures, there has to be a good resting place away from the public eye for cupcakes.  So where do they live before you eat them?  Some live in boxes, or cake carriers but the real special cupcakes live in tins.  After a brief stint on the cooling rack, my cupcakes take in  a little R&R, getting done up with a little ganache, butter cream, or icing then some kind of finishing touch to accent the flavors or colors.  Then delicately placed in a tin lined with parchment, they travel in style.

Why do I love tins?  They usually don an antiquated illustration style that really just warms me up.  And more than anything…  I love the sound they make when they bump.  I put them on the top shelf of my cupboards just so I can hear them ding when I blindly fumble for them.

Before a cupcake touches your lips, I’ve usually happened upon a tin from somebody’s basement, handed down from their grandma only to be found for $.049 at my favorite thrift stores.  Pictured here are a few of my favorites.  I like it when they’re a little roughed up, inappropriately sized, or just plain cute.

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