Some kids read books the first week of summer. Some kids go to camp.
Gabriel decided he wanted to make chocolate cupcakes with strawberry butter cream frosting. From scratch.
I was ten when I made my first cake. It didn’t go well and the trend has continued my whole life. However, Shea is awesome at cakes. He made this for Kate’s shark party last year.
So really, Gabe had a 50-50 chance to nail this thing.
I was home for the cupcake part and it went awesome. He managed my Kitchenaid like a boss and cranked out perfectly cooked dark chocolate cupcakes.
Then I left to pick Kate up from Girls Scouts camp and take her to a doctor’s appointment. He was home alone for an hour.
When I got home, the hand mixer and the mini-prep food processor were in the sink. In a bowl of water. The appliance parts. The kitchen was a mess, but Gabriel swore he’d been cleaning for 30 minutes.
I kicked off my flip-flops and headed to the sink, where things became curiouser. The floor was slippery.
In fact, everything was slippery. I took a closer look and noticed chunks of butter, well…everywhere.
When I pointed out the butter on the watermelon, he finally caved.
“Mom, the butter was everywhere. It was on the lights over the sink.”
“I don’t know. The hand mixer is broken or something.”
You turned it on high? You took it out of the bowl before you turned it off?
“Mom, I thought I was going to have to take a shower!”
Where’s your shirt?
“In the laundry. But mom–”
“It’s ruined. It got stuck in the beaters.”
Stuck. In. The. Beaters.
“I leaned over the bowl to see what was happening and then my shirt got in there and stuck.”
I found a little pile of buttery goodness on the floor in the laundry room. It was a 3 dish towel clean up. That’s impressive.
This is the finished product.
So the good news is, he can bake himself some cake.
The bad news is that I’ll be cleaning butter out of nooks and crannies for the next six months.