Minion Made

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Today it is our beautiful Freya’s 18th birthday and so, alongside a gift, the wee boy and I decided to make her some cake.

We have gone through many ideas for cake, starting from the (Danish?) Princess Cake we saw on the Great British Bake Off, to fairy cakes, muffins, a bar of chocolate, and many, many more.

You will never guess what the wee boy has plumped for…  A box of cake mix from the supermarket of Despicable Me (yes, the film) Minion Made cupcakes.  The one where you just add 1 egg and water.

I am, unsurprisingly, slightly crestfallen that he has opted for this mode of baking as I secretly believe he has been swayed by the packaging (haven’t we all at some point?).  However, it is his choice, and she is his Freya, so I keep my mouth shut and go along with it.

Firstly, we have to open the package marked ‘cake mix’ and add 1 medium sized egg, 60ml water, and whisk until smooth and creamy.  We duly do this, and end up with a very runny mixture, without lumps.

We are supposed to carefully share the cupcake mixture between the 6 (yes, only 6) cupcake cases.  There is hardly anything in them, and it has not been shared equally, but in they go, and we wait.

Twenty minutes later, we open the oven and discover that they have sort of risen and do spring back, with a little too much vigour if I’m honest, so we take them out and pop them onto a baking tray.  At which point they shrink back into their cases as though related to violets.

It is now that we open package number 2.  Icing mix.

We are greeted by a white floury substance which turns the most magnificent yellow when water is added.  Actually, I quite like the transformation as it reminds me of Birds Custard Powder.

Anyway, the icing is then added to the bun and a rice paper set of eyes and general swizzles are placed on top.

Done.

They will not be the most edible cupcakes in the world, and the icing has been ‘quality controlled’ when already put on the cake, but they have been made with love, coupled with an absolute belief by a 4 year old, that Freya will think they’re fab.

What more can you ask for?

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