The Bad Mommy Cooks—Massachusetts

Massachusetts is our 13th state. That means we are about 25% of the way done with our state tour. Here’s a quick recap of the first 12 states (each πŸ‘πŸΌ or πŸ‘ŽπŸΌ represents a family member):

  • HawaiiΒ πŸ‘ŽπŸΌπŸ‘ŽπŸΌπŸ‘ŽπŸΌπŸ‘ŽπŸΌ (Chef’s fault)
  • North DakotaΒ πŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌΒ (Bison was better than we anticipated)
  • North CarolinaΒ πŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌΒ (Pulled pork is always a winner in my book)
  • AlaskaΒ πŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌ (Super expensive but oh so good)
  • Kansas πŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘ŽπŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘ŽπŸΌ (The kids and I were on the fence with this one)
  • PennsylvaniaΒ πŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌΒ (Yah for Philly!—only for cheesesteaks though)
  • New MexicoΒ πŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌΒ (Taquitos were a Mexican party in our mouths)
  • IndianaΒ πŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘ŽπŸΌπŸ‘ŽπŸΌΒ (Fried pork wasn’t my thing)
  • TexasΒ πŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘ŽπŸΌπŸ‘ŽπŸΌΒ (The chicken fried steak was confusing)
  • GeorgiaΒ πŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌΒ (Can I give this state 5 thumbs up???)
  • South DakotaΒ πŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘ŽπŸΌ(We were missing our 4th thumb)
  • West VirginiaΒ πŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌΒ (Who doesn’t love Pepperoni bread???)

Things were going so well with our cooking experiment. *Sigh* Enter Massachusetts to ruin that. Actually, I ruined Massachusetts because Massachusetts was a two part-er. Hubby made New England Clam Chowder and I made Boston Cream Cupcakes.

Mmmmm. Boston Cream. Sounds delicious, doesn’t it? Yeah, stand by for how I manage to ruin that. First, the clam chowder.

Hubby makes a kick ass, out of this world crab corn chowder. There are celery, carrots, jalepenos, corn, potatoes, and a cream base with bacon. The clam chowder recipe* I found used many of the same ingredients, so theoretically, it would taste very similar, right? Wrong. Turns out, I don’t like clams. Well, I don’t like clams in soup or chowder. Or from the shells. Or anytime you can feel how gross and slippery they are. I had a feeling that would be an issue for me, so I had him buy fried clams (also very Massachusetts) that I could make when the slippery clam chowder made me barf. Don’t like something? Fry it up! Frying makes everything delicious (except pork—pork shouldn’t be fried EVER).I was actually looking forward to the fried clams. The problem was, I never got to make those fried clams because I was too busy screwing up the Boston Cream Cupcakes.

How can you screw up cupcakes, you ask? You used to be the Queen of Cupcakes. Your kids would fight each other for your cupcakes. Your husband’s co-workers would salivate when you showed up with your cupcake carrier. Yeah, well apparently the Queen is dead. In her place is the Un-domesticated Goddess of F’d Up Baked Goods.

In all fairness, the original Pinterest poster of thisΒ cupcake recipe warned that it was complicated. And also in fairness, in the middle of making these cupcakes my outdoor Christmas lights blew outΒ again…for the 4th time in two weeks, which was really, really, really upsetting. I may have cried a little bit. I also may have poured more wine than recommended while baking. Oh, and the vet called about my dog at a crucial point of the cream making process, so I may have been slightly distracted when I needed to be stirring to prevent lumps.

So first, the cupcakes. The cupcakes I used to make were light and fluffy andΒ alwaysΒ  overflowed their cupcake wrapper cups. These cupcakes had serious muffin top. In stark contract, these were the cupcakes I extracted from the oven for the Boston Cream Cupcakes:

e5e2da47-b6cc-4703-848e-bab7a530c88c-396-0000004e39afd24c_file How sad is that? (Even Olaf is in shock) The cream filling was even worse. Remember how I said the vet called while I was making it? Yeah well that was at the very moment I added the milk and I was supposed to constantly stir it in to prevent lumps. Unfortunately, the vet’s call got dropped because hubby left and turned the car on and subsequently, my car bluetooth that is sync’d to my phone. Long story short, I was a bit distracted, frantically trying to call the vet back and I didn’t stir too well. Hence the fact I had to use the potato masher later on.

img_5281(It didn’t work, by the way.) When I filled the pastry bag and tried to inject the cream into the cupcakes…well, let’s just say it was an epic fail.

By this time, the clam chowder was done, the butter for the biscuits had just exploded in the microwave, I was in tears, and my night was pretty much ruined. I didn’t even bother to make the chocolate ganache for the cupcakes. I tried to eat the clam chowder but those damn slippery clams got me. So in the end, all I ate was a cheddar bay biscuit (the kind you get from Red Lobster—they sell it in a box—no reason to ever go back to Red Lobster now). Maybe our next state won’t include any baked goods for me to screw up.

*Link to Clam chowder I did not really eat.

Hubby and one child liked it though. Other child did not eat it either. I looks pretty nice, but I’ll stick to the crab corn chowder instead. img_5285P.S., if anyone successfully makes the Boston Cream cupcakes, can you send me one?? I had to make do with a Boston Cream donut instead.

It just wasn’t the same 😒


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