As usual, the first ingredient we start with is wine.

This story begins at our local grocery store. An innocent trip to buy our week’s worth of meals, which were all carefully planned out on paper (something we don’t normally do), turned into a BOGO deal gone bad. (BOGO = Buy One Get One, if you weren’t already aware.) We were excited to see the bins full of good deals, and so we strayed away from our list and grabbed what we could. Sure, buying something and getting something else for free sounds fine and dandy, but I was just gullible this particular day- or every day. I gotta learn to read the fine print.

So the story continues when earlier this evening I think to myself, I’m bored as BLEEP, there’s nothing on, might as well eat something. Maybe I’ll make those confetti cupcakes we purchased, which also got us the free cake mix box. Both boxes read “Everything you need right in the box….just add eggs!” Okie dokie Betty Crocker.  You’ve got me in the mood for cupcakes.

Got everything I need in the bowl, so I begin searching for our brand spankin’ new egg beater…never been used…

And still has never been used. I couldn’t figure the dang thing out! You can see it’s all fancy with its shiny casing and its sleek aerodynamic design (which can only make beating cake batter that much easier I’m sure), but all it kept doing was flashing the number “5″ at me. I pressed the only three buttons made available to me, but alas, it was no use. Then I began to think, maybe it’s an iron? Nah.

Quit lookin’ at me like that! I’ve got a plan B, don’t you worry…

My trusty steed. Looks like it came straight out of the 70′s because I believe it did. You know you have one somewhere in your cupboards, too. And sure when I go up a speed higher than “Stir” one of the beaters liked to fly off, but it got the job done.

Mmmm….batter…now we’re talking.

I was getting a little messy with the batter, but no one was around to stop me.

Can you smell it?!? At this point I’m just dying for one.

Oh S**T. No frosting!!! The sign at the grocery store should have read, “Buy a half a cupcake and get the other half in aisle 7.”

And yes, you’d think I would have noticed that there was no frosting included when I opened the box, but I didn’t even think of it. It’s probably common knowledge too that frosting is sold separately, this I know now. Well, if anybody asks, I made “Confetti Muffins” tonight.