I made cupcakes and frosting tonight. C and I put the cupcake dry ingredients together before we realized the butter was still too cold for us to move on to the wet ingredients. He ran out of steam and went to bed before I could make a giant mess of the kitchen.
So I baked. I might have used all of the butter in the world. I hope it's worth it. (Let's just say, there were still some pretty big bits of butter in the batter as I was ladling it into the cupcake tins. That shouldn't be a problem, right?)
And y'know that scene in Death Becomes Her when Goldie Hawn's character, Hel, is just eating the frosting out of the can? That could have been me tonight, but with the frosting I made: cream cheese frosting with half the called-for powdered sugar. Powdered sugar weirds me out a little; regardless, I happened to have moved into this house with perhaps twenty pounds of it. Not sure why I was hoarding it. But I made quite a dent in that store tonight. The recipe called for four cups! I actually ended up using four cups, but I doubled the rest of the recipe. (I might be the only one who wants so little sugar, so I might have to set some aside for me before adding more.)
Anyhow, I could have just sat down to listen to podcasts and to eat that frosting out of the bowl. Is that any healthier than sitting down to repeatedly watch Mad's death scene and eating frosting out of a can? (Wow, I haven't watched that movie in a while, but I kind of love it. At least I did so many years ago, and I think I still would.)
I threw in a little dish washing and tidying up. Took out the trash and recylables. Fed and watered the dogs and fed the cats. Threw a load of laundry in. Hung clean towels. Refilled the handy container of laundry soap.
And I have now exceeded my incredibly low domestic duties limit for the day.
And I'm stupidly tired. Like to the point where I feel like fully functioning is not an option, so I think it might be time for bed.
Tomorrow: Cream cheese frosting. And maybe cupcakes.
P.S. I know I said I was tired, but I went to Netflix to see if Death Becomes Her was available for streaming. It's not, but Netflix suggested, among other seemingly more fitting titles, that I might like to watch Sophie's Choice. I get that Streep is in both, but I can't imagine being in the mood for Death Becomes Her and then watching Sophie's Choice instead. These two movies don't quite set the same tone.