So I stir up this simple batter. Simple, yet packed with the glorious, green, and grassy notes of dried chamomile. Life is good. Yet I think ...hmmmmm? This looks like an awful lot of batter for something that is supposed to only just fill 12 cups. Halfway. Sure enough, I fill 12 of my mini-cupcake cups. And then I fill 12 more. And I still have a lot of batter left. So I do what any space-case would do and put some more batter into each cup. This means the "holes" are a good two-thirds of the way full. And yet...there's still more batter. Lucky for me I have yet another mini-cupcake pan. So I fill that one too. And then I lick the good amount of batter still left in the bowl. I must be good. I've really stretched that batter!
Let's just say - I'm not good. Think Mount Vesuvius erupting and the lava that has flowed over the edge then left to form a crust over the top of, say, a parking lot full of cars. Now imagine trying to pluck the cars from that parking lot. Yeah. Not a pretty site. Much like my highly anticipated pans of mini-cupcakes.
