A peek into my dark soul, if you will.
You know how there are some people who are always joking about like how their house is such a mess and all that?
I am not one of those people. My house being a mess is not funny to me.
Not one tiny bit.
I make the bed almost immediately after getting up in the morning. I’ve tried to let it go, but it’s like it has this magnetic pull. All morning long, it taunts me. My donuts taste bad. My DVR’d Real Housewives is unwatchable.
I’m pretty sure I have some form of Obsessive Compulsive something or other, but obviously the only school I went to was for cake decorating, not for brain stuff, so I hesitate to officially diagnose myself.
Anyways. My point is, my house is always clean. ALWAYS.
Just so we are clear — this does NOT mean, that I expect everyone ELSE’s houses to be clean. I mean, I might secretly judge you a tiny tad, but that is just my weird undiagnosed brain thing, and my outside self will be all cool with it and like no biggie.
All of this leads to the real point of this post, which is telling you about a small point of contention in my marriage.
The tray came into my life just over a year ago.
I actually yearned for a tray on my bed for most of adulthood, but I was never really THERE maturity wise. But then awhile back the right tray came along as I was feeling especially adultish, and I knew it was time to officially make it happen.
I was ready.
The purpose of the tray is to evoke a casual yet put together feel.
“Oh…this tray just kind of casually ended up here….no biggie”, but upon closer examination, it’s startling in its organizationalness.
1. Taste of Home Magazine — this shows that I like to cook. One can just imagine me sitting up in bed at night, in my matching pajamas, perusing recipes to try.
2. My iPad – It says, “I’m techy. Sometimes I do super important internet things that are so important, they have to be done from bed”. Obviously, this means Facebook, but whatever.
3. Remote controls — This is demonstrating my ability to keep things together. What do you mean, where’s the remote? On the tray where it goes, DUH.
4. Time Magazine — To add a bit of political and intellectual flair. The presence of this magazine brings to mind images of my husband and I sitting up in bed wearing our glasses, thoughtfully exchanging heated, yet intelligent opinions on the Presidential candidates.
I know what you’re thinking.
“Kristan, The Tray doesn’t make me think any of that at all. You are weird and quite certainly have mental problems”.
But this is where you’re wrong. You’d be amazed at the way subtle things like The Tray plant seeds in your subconscious without you even realizing it. I’m pretty sure if I went to brain school instead of cake decorating school, I’d be able to give you an official name for this, but take my word for it.
Anyways — my husband has been complaining about moving the tray (along with our eleventy pillows) every night for awhile. And while I’ve tried to convince him that the existence of The Tray is essential because “It holds all our STUFF!!”, he finally let me know that he wasn’t fooled.
I had to come clean.
The tray exists so when I walk by my room, I can look at it and feel like I have finally made it as an adult. I have a Magazine Bed. I am a success.
It’s shameful. I know.
Obviously, you might not want to take recipe advice from a crazy person, but on the off chance that you’re a friend to crazy (hiiiiiiiii), maybe you’ll move past this and try my cupcakes anyways?
They’re full of chocolate magical-ness!
I added grated chocolate to the batter, filled the cupcakes with fudge sauce, and topped with chocolate frosting and chocolate cake crumbs.
You totally deserve a dozen, just for putting up with me.
These are perfect for the chocolate lover in your life!!
Death by Chocolate Cupcakes
- 1 box chocolate cake mix, plus ingredients to prepare (I used Cake Mix Doctor cake mix)
- 1/2 cup grated chocolate (I used a large Hershey bar because it’s what I had. You could use good quality dark chocolate if you prefer..just grate it with a regular ol’cheese grater)
- About a cup and a half of warm Hot Fudge Sauce (store bought or recipe HERE)
- 3 sticks butter, softened slightly
- 1 1/2 teaspoon vanilla
- 4 Tablespoons milk
- 2/3 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
- 4 cups powdered sugar
1. Preheat oven to 350. Line 24 muffin tins with liners. Set aside.
2. Prepare cake batter as directed, adding grated chocolate before mixing. Fill muffin tins 2/3 full with batter, then bake about 15 minutes or until centers bounce back when lightly touched. Allow to cool completely on a cooling rack.
3. Using a small knife or round cutter (I use the back of a large piping tip), cut a hole out of the top of each cupcake, going about 1/3 of the way deep. Crumble scraps into a large bowl for later.
4. Fill holes with warm fudge sauce. Place cupcakes in the refrigerator for about 30 minutes, long enough for the fudge to set up.
5. While cupcakes are chilling, make frosting: Beat butter, vanilla, and milk on low speed in an electric mixer until smooth and combined. Slowly add powdered sugar and cocoa powder until just mixed. Increase speed to medium-high and beat for about a minute, until light and fluffy. If frosting is too thick, add a bit more milk or water.
6. Frost cupcakes and immediately sprinkle with reserved cake crumbs.
Notes: For these cupcakes, I prefer using grated chocolate to chocolate chips because chips will sometimes sink in the batter. The grated chocolate just adds extra chocolate flavor. You can increase the amount to as much as a cup if you want.
I made my own hot fudge for these using THIS recipe, but I halved it. It was plenty!!
They are NOT perfect for the person in your life who HATES chocolate. Why is someone like that in your life anyways?