Good Family Fun

February 11, 2010 at 9:32 am 19 comments

I’ve mentioned one or twenty times before that my parents have a vacation house in Galveston. (For future reference, they’ve named the house Bella Rose.) Since we live a mere 40 minutes from Galveston we are able to use this house more often than if their house were on another island. They bought the house early last summer (post-Ike) and up until last weekend, we’d never been as a family.

Many of you probably don’t know this but there is a mini Mardi Gras in Galveston. I’ve never been to the real Mardi Gras so I can’t compare. I’m sure it’s probably similar, but smaller… maybe like if you stuck New Orleans in front of the huge gun thing on Honey I Shrunk the Kids. There are parades and parties in the street. After 25 years of living in south Texas, I finally made it to Mardi Gras.

Stephen and I headed to Bella on Friday night after a nice dinner at a local Mediterranean restaurant. We arrived full of humus and souvlaki and unloaded the car. On Saturday evening we were going to celebrate my SIL’s birthday so I got started making these cupcakes that PW posted a week or so ago. It was my first time to make cupcakes that involved the stove. It was also my first time to use a particular pot from the cabinet at that house. Does anyone see where this is headed? At one point you have to pour a cup of boiling water into a pot of other stuff. So I had two pots going. As I was heading to the smaller pot to pour the water, I tucked my hand into the sleeve of my sweatshirt because it looked like the handle might be hot. Unfortunately the tip of my finger was still sticking out and it touched the handle for approximately 1/8000th of a second and burned the hell-fire out of my finger.

I would show you a picture but nobody had the good sense to take a picture of my wound at the time. And now it just looks like a slightly darker pink line across my finger. So just trust me on this. In the words of Buddy the Elf, my finger had a heartbeat. In fact it was beating in the form of shooting pains from the tip of my finger to my wrist. It hurt. A lot. Cuts and bruises, I can handle. But burns are a different story. They make me moan and whine and curse my life.

So that was the long way of telling you that I burned my finger and may have forgotten the step in the instructions that says to remove the cupcakes from the pan 5 minutes after they come out of the oven.

We all settled into bed and went to sleep. I assume they all slept better than I did because I had to sleep with my finger tucked away in an ice pack all night. On Saturday morning the burning had stopped and all I had was a dark red line and a bit of finger tenderness. Which isn’t a bad thing. We all need a bit of tenderness in our lives, right?

Stephen and I went out to breakfast and left my parents at the house to do grown up fix-up-the-house activities. We had a couple hours before my sister, brother, SIL, and niece would arrive so we thought a nice stack of blueberry pancakes would fill that time perfectly. It was nice until about 30 seconds after we left the restaurant when I realized I left my leftovers on the table. I refused to go back because I assumed that they had already thrown them away… plus I’d rather just whine about it thank you very much. Although we should have gone back because I would have also seen that I left my Chapstick on the table and I wouldn’t have had to go through the awful feeling of putting my hand in my pocket only to feel cotton and a wad of lint. Bummer.

At that point, my weekend wasn’t looking great. And this is totally not where I intended this story to go. It was supposed to be all happy and wonderful and bragging on Galveston. But I suppose while I’m being the equivalent of Eeyore I could go ahead and tell you the rest of the story about the cupcakes. It’s a good one…. if you’re in a good mood. If your finger has just been burned and your Chapstick and pancakes have been lost, it’s a heartbreaker.

While we were having breakfast my mom decided she’d pop the cupcakes out of the tins so they’d be ready for me and my ganache topping. When I walked into the kitchen she had a concerned look on her face and two very torn up cupcakes on the counter. There were 21 cupcakes still in the tin and one that was nowhere to be seen. I later found out that it had mysteriously jumped out of the tin into my dad’s mouth. Apparently the whole 5 minute thing was an important step. These things were practically glued into the tins. I came this close to shedding a tear and thought to myself, “What would Pioneer Woman do?” Well she’d probably make a whole new batch. Or she would never have made this mistake in the first place. So then I thought to myself, “Scratch that. What would Big Mama do?” She’d improvise because one should never throw out good cupcakes even if they are a bit ugly on the outside.

So we cut and scooped and cut and scooped until all of the cupcake bits were free. Then we gently shoved them in a 9×13 cake pan and made a very lumpy cake. I made the ganache and artfully poured it over our messy cake. And friends, it was good.

And that’s really then end of my story. But you see that I titled this post “Good Family Fun” which totally doesn’t work with this story. I had planned to tell you that Mardi Gras isn’t just a drunken fest for crazies to let loose. It’s also an event for families. We sat on our chairs waiting for the parades and then cheered for beads. Good clean fun. So clean that my niece was even able to attend. (I know I’ve already shown you this picture… she’s just so cute.)

And I figured that if Justin and Laura could bring their child along, it was safe for me to bring my Stephen along.

That’s my man. Loud and proud. The only one with his hands in the air!

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  • 1. Rachel  |  February 11, 2010 at 9:57 am

    Your cupcakes sound very similar to my experience of making a football cake for Sunday. My finished product did look like a cake… but not something Chef Duff would be proud of. Andrew (and Caden, who kept calling it “happy birthday football cake”) assured me if tasted just fine. 🙂

  • 2. Kelly  |  February 11, 2010 at 10:19 am

    Aw, that looks so fun! I want a mini Mardi Gras! I’ve never been to the real one either 🙂 That baby is seriously adorable also.

  • 3. Karen  |  February 11, 2010 at 10:24 am

    I can fully relate to the burn incident, I was over at my nephews house and one morning I had put me a cup of water in the microwave to heat for my coffee. ( they have this fancy coffee maker that grinds the beans when you push the button, but the coffee is so strong that it taste like you are actually chewing the beans your self, they think it is great, but to me, it taste like it will knock your teeth out) You know how the cup gets hot but the handle stays cool, well, these apparently were “just look at how pretty I am cups,” because when I reached in to get the “pretty” cup the handle was hot as hades. It took about 2 seconds for me to realize that the handle was hot, and I did not want to drop it because they have a 15 month old running around, I could not turn to put it down, because my sister was standing behind me making sound effects for the pain I was going through, so I placed the cup back in to the microwave and danced a little jig while a nice round blister about the size of a dime came up on my finger, that was about 2mths ago and I still have a light pinkish color there. I refuse to use those cups for anything, even cold water.

    Glad to hear that the cupcakes cake turned out to be good and that you had a great time at the mini Mardi Gras and babies in jeans are always adorable, I love the way she holds her hands in this pondering type manner, she is simply adorable.

  • 4. Molly  |  February 11, 2010 at 10:25 am


    I’m glad that you didn’t pitch the cupcakes…although I DO wish you’d have taken a picture of the hodgepodge cake. I’m sure that with the ganache, it still looked delectable.

    And thanks very much for making me in the mood for blueberry pancakes.

  • 5. abby  |  February 11, 2010 at 11:32 am

    I love that he was not scared to beg for his beads:)

  • 6. Tabaitha Kaye  |  February 11, 2010 at 11:39 am

    From the many years I waited tables and the numerous burns I encountered, I learned one thing that works the best…cut a slice of tomato and put it on the burn. Sounds weird right? I promise it works. My manager shared this tip with me and my hands have been thankful ever since. Sounds like a fun weekend. I especially love that your parents have named the house. It gives the place so much more charm.

  • 7. Samantha  |  February 11, 2010 at 12:53 pm

    I hate when I lose or forget my Chapstick, and burns really are the worst. Even a tiny one can hurt SO bad!

    Good for you for improvising and saving the cupcakes! I probably never would have thought to make them into a cake.

  • 8. HoustonGurly  |  February 11, 2010 at 12:57 pm

    You know, I’ve never been to Mardi Gras. Kinda sad when you figure I’ve lived pretty close to Galveston my whole life.

  • 9. mom (Nana)  |  February 11, 2010 at 1:42 pm

    Yea for Family Fun Weekends!!!! (And Stephen had sooooo much fun) The burn thing was really really bad. It did put a damper on the weekend for Chelsea. Isn’t my granddaughter the cutest????? P.S. The cake was yuuummmy!

  • 10. Cousin Kim  |  February 11, 2010 at 2:34 pm

    Guy in a red shirt across the street with his hands up, too!

  • 11. Gabby  |  February 11, 2010 at 4:25 pm

    Fun! I am making cupcakes tonight for my son’s class party. Let me tell you, Pillsbury with pudding in the mix, delightful, not matter how long you leave them in!

    Life is just too short. Sorry about the burn, aloe plant?

  • 12. Taryn M. Peine  |  February 11, 2010 at 4:46 pm

    I’m really glad I read this – those are the cupcakes I’m making for my friend’s bridal shower next weekend. Take them out after five minutes – NOTED!

  • 13. Southern Gal  |  February 11, 2010 at 7:06 pm

    Guess what? My son shut my thumb in the sliding door of my van this morning while we were disembarking the vehicle at the airport. What a strange feeling to see your thumb crunched in the door. Sort of an outer body experience. I got some ice in the airport and kept it in there for a good while. Not too bad.

    I HATE burns. Always put a piece of ice on it immediately. It stops the burning and curtails some of the blistering. You did good.

    And the cupcakes? Thanks for that bit of advice. My daughter’s birthday is the 15th and I was thinking of baking these for her. Lumpy cake sounds good, too.

  • 14. fatherhoody  |  February 11, 2010 at 10:31 pm

    Nothing yells fun like a Mardi Gras parade! Even if I’ve never experienced one before… if there are girls with beads, I’m there!!!!

    John from Fatherhoody

  • 15. fatherhoody  |  February 11, 2010 at 10:32 pm

    ps. Please don’t tell my pregnant wife I posted that.

  • 16. Debbie  |  February 12, 2010 at 12:22 am

    haha…love that pic of Stephen and ur caption along with it! 🙂

  • 17. Zburrows  |  February 12, 2010 at 11:56 am

    Hilarious. My parents told me they read this and laughed really hard. You would stephen!!!!

  • 18. Stephany  |  February 12, 2010 at 9:49 pm

    Best way to help a burn: butter. It works sooooo well, even if it seems funny. But I’ve had so many burns and butter is the ONLY thing that takes away the extreme, stinging pain.

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