My Mom Didn't Like You Anyway, Cupcake. My Mom Didn't Like You Anyway, Cupcake Chocolate cupcakes with chocolate frosting. The recipe is from "The Happy Baker: A Girl's Guide to Emotional Baking" by Erin Bolger. Tired of the same old, boring carrot cake?

My Mom Didn't Like You Anyway, Cupcake

My own MOTHER, who despises anything coconut, had two helpings for dessert and took some home!! Don't knock it until you try it!! You'll never go back to that boring recipe again. You can cook My Mom Didn't Like You Anyway, Cupcake using 11 ingredients and 5 steps. Here is how you cook it.

Ingredients of My Mom Didn't Like You Anyway, Cupcake

  1. It’s 2 cups of sugar.
  2. It’s 3/4 cup of cocoa powder.
  3. Prepare 2 cups of all purpose flour.
  4. You need 1 tsp. of baking powder.
  5. You need 2 tsp. of baking soda.
  6. Prepare 1 tsp. of salt.
  7. It’s 2 of eggs.
  8. You need 3/4 cup of vegetable oil.
  9. It’s 2 tsp of vanilla extract.
  10. You need 1 cup of buttermilk.
  11. It’s 1 cup of boiling water.

Since the refrigerator was always running anyway, she didn't use any extra energy to set the cake. Mom continued to make icebox cake for us even when we were adults. She despised the heat and humidity of the summer even more than Grandma did, so this was a good way for her to make us a treat without suffering in a hot kitchen. My mom always orders me and my brother's cakes from you and it's her birthday now so I would like to order a cake for her." Sam: "Aww, that's sweet.

My Mom Didn't Like You Anyway, Cupcake instructions

  1. Preheat oven to 350°F.
  2. In a large bowl, sift all dry ingredients together; add eggs, vegetable oil, vanilla and buttermilk..
  3. Beat with a mixer (or by hand) for a couple of minutes until smooth and silky..
  4. Stir in boiling water until blended..
  5. Fill 18-20 (I actually got 27 cupcakes) cupcake liners with batter and bake for 22-25 minutes..

Growing up, quite unbelievably, my mother and I didn't speak about race. I certainly never told her about any moments of racism I experienced as a child and young adult. Like me, my mother was married to a white man, and our differences had blended with our husbands, to the point that we sometimes forgot how marked we were. After that no gifts only a cake. In my culture you live at home until married.

By Sandra