When the Hubby Helps

Sometimes, my husband is a little ....

...ummm.....

how do I describe him?

Let me count the ways...

Silly?

Crazy?

Entertaining?

Free spirited?

He's

indescribable

and

undefinable.

But, I fell in love with him,

and the kids like having him around,

so that makes him a keeper.

And when he helps in the kitchen

while being silly,

it makes it even better.

Yea, that's my Chex bowl, but it works for cupcakes, too.

Much to the chagrin of all my food-blogging friends,

I used box mixes for making cupcakes for Graduation.

And, I'm not hiding that fact.

I was running out of time and energy while planning and preparing.

Hubby knew  was a little stressed.

He doesn't like me stressed.

Only he calls it crabby.

Ouch.

So, he became a man of action.

He ripped into my box mixes and started throwing ingredients together.

When he started schlepping the dough into my

color-coordinated mini cupcake papers,

I was a little worried.

I wanted the cupcakes to be the perfect size

for decorating and displaying in my cupcake holders.

I don't like drizzled splotches on the edges of my muffin pans.

I don't like lopsided cupcakes.

I tried to give him a few pointers,

and he politely pointed me out of the kitchen.

Nobody likes a backseat  cook,

especially Mr. P.

I knew it!

Without my advice,

my tips,

my ideas,

my superior way of doing things,

they turned out fine.

That always happens.

Sometimes wives don't have enough confidence in their husbands.

We think they should do things around the house,

but do things our way.

(OK - you all know I'm talking about myself,

but nobody wants to be wrong alone,

so I'm inviting you along.)

It takes a mature woman to

let go

and let her husband

help

in his own way.

YES, it still IS help

if your hubby doesn't do it YOUR way. 

I ended up eating humble pie,

while Mr. Scott sampled one of his

"perfect"

mini cupcakes.

Chocolate and vanilla cupcakes,

ready to go into the freezer

to decorate the afternoon of the open house.

They're cooled and placed in Tupperware containers,

with layers of waxed paper between.

They can be frozen for several months.

I used about half for Graduation,

half for company desert a few weeks later.

To show he's not gloating over his success,

he made a smiley face for me.

And, he made me smile.

The day of our celebration, I took the cupcakes out of the freezer.

I had purchased butter cream frosting from a party store

with a cake decorating kiosk in the back.

It was the same price as the tubs in the store,

but tastes delicious!

I used the gel food colorings to make the frosting

pink, purple and yellow.

A large swirl tip was chosen, the bag filled,

and with a quick, continuous swirl,

the cupcakes were frosted.

No perfection allowed in my house anymore,

I have to choose the more red-neck affirmation of

"get 'er dun!"

I didn't get a close-up of the cupcakes,

so click on the pic to enlarge and see them more clearly.

Thanks to Mr. P's uncoached help in the kitchen,

the cupcakes were a hit.

We "got 'em dun!" ~

his way.