At least, not anymore.
You see, SCF (as I like to call him) and I had a little fight.
There were some words exchanged.
And a bitter smell was emitted (the fault of SCF, not mine, thank you very much).
And a burned pan of salted caramel disgustingness (it's a word!) was washed down the sink with what I'm sure was an overload of hot water and dish soap.
But I've calmed down now.
I've made peace with the gooey, charred disaster.
And I'm ready for a re-match.
It's sad, because it all started out so nicely.
There was this Skippy-tastic pan of peanut butter batter. I definitely licked the spoon...twice.
And then they emerged from the oven. Ahh, peanut butter goodness, with a domed top!
There are a few smells in life that make me truly happy. Peanut butter baking in my oven is one of them.
Then (and I don't have a picture of this), Ms. Martha Stewart provided me with the most divine marshmallow filling recipe that didn't include the words 'marshmallow fluff' and thus made me exquisitely happy!
I added ingredients, I stirred, and stirred, and stirred. And Voila! Fluffy, ooey, gooey, marshmallow goodness with just the right hint of vanilla. Mmmmmm.
I scooped all that white fluffy goodness into a piping bag, used the 'coning' method to remove the centers of my cupcakes (look it up, you'll thank me!), and piped it right there into the center of my pb cuppies!
And this is where the tragedy happened.
My amber colored sugar that was supposed to turn into caramel quickly turned to more of a cherrywood, and then, straight to black. And the smell!
Oh people!
May I suggest that you NEVER burn caramel in your house! Take my word on this one.
Anyways, one more failed attempt at my own, never-fail caramel recipe had me saying goodnight to my kitchen (dirty dishes and all) and waiting for the new day to provide a new solution.
And did it ever!
A quick peek into my fridge at 5:30 am told me I had some peanut butter cream frosting left over from my last baking adventure. And my cupboards produced some salted peanuts and caramel candies.
I cheated by melting the caramels in the micro with a bit of milk, smashed the heck out of the peanuts with a butcher's knife, and threw the whole mess on top of the pb frosting.
Perfection!
Now, I didn't actually get a taste of these lovelies, but I've heard from reliable sources (boys!) that they were yum-my.
To you, Salted Caramel Frosting, I say: Well played, but we shall meet again! I declare a food fight!
