Master of Disaster Chef

I like to think that I'm a good cook.  I can prepare meals that both family and company rave over, but in a lot of ways I'm a novice.

Take this weekend's project - A small birthday party for my now 6 year-old son, Quintin.

Since his birthday was 10 days after the start of school and he didn't remember the last names of any of the children he wanted to invite, it was a very last minute affair. 

Lucky for me, Q is fairly easy to please and agreed to a make-your-own-pizza-and-cupcake party.

Being my Master-chef self, I whipped up a batch of dough and cooked up 20 flat breads for the kids to make pizza on.

Don't they look delicious?    Well they were, and a hit with the parents too.

The Disaster Chef part comes in when you look at the cupcakes I made.

They looked more like a volcanic eruption than anything edible.  In fact I was so embarrassed by those monstrosities that I stopped at Sugary Moon and purchased proper cupcakes for the kids to decorate.

I realize that it was probably an over-fill situation, but I was certain that two tablespoons of batter in an ice cream cone would allow plenty of expansion space... I was wrong.

The good news is that I've vowed to perfect my cone-cakes.  I had such high hopes when I sent away for the baking pan/carrier that I just can't justify giving up.  Not to mention the fact that the kids are more than willing to help me dispose of any future rejects.