I finally made my cupcakes with cajeta. I had this recipe for cajeta poundcake that I found years ago and decided to try and use it for a base for cupcakes. I filled the cupcake cups almost half full, then put a slice of membrillo (quince paste) on top of that. I then topped that with a little bit more of the dough.
The recipe made much more than a regular cupcake recipe – about 40 cupcakes in all. Note: the recipe calls for 2 cups of cajeta – that is actually one 23 oz bottle. I put it in the microwave for 30 seconds to get the last 1/2 cup out. Beware – the bottle WILL melt.
I decided in the end not to ice the cupcakes. They were dense and chewy enough with the 3 cups of sugar and 2 cups of cajeta caramel. I brought most of them to school – I still have leftover bread pudding that I am eating. People really liked them – I had some of my Mexican students and one teacher from Nicaragua rave about them. I personally thought them too heavy. I may experiment with a regular Cake Mix Doctor Pound Cake recipe or just adding some cajeta to a cake mix.
Not now, though. I think I have to stop with the cupcake making or my family may plan an intervention.
Last night, my husband had passes to go to the Jonathan Coulton show with Paul and Storm at the Five Spot in Little Five Points. We got down there in time to eat a dinner of falafel before the show. Both acts were awesome and funny. The Jonathan Coulton phenomenon just shows the power of the internet and blogging. He actually came to Atlanta just because enough fans promised to buy tickets to see him if he came! How can you not love a guy who writes a song about IKEA?
This has been a pretty tame day. I woke up at 10:30 and took the dog to the polo fields over on the other side of town where I used to live. It’s the only place I know of where I can let her off leash with no worries. Then, I found a shady place to park so that she could wait for me in the car while I ate sushi at RuSan. When I got home, I took a nap until it was time for my massage.
While I was napping, we had a phone call from my dad. He called to tell us that, in case we were looking for him this weekend, he would be at the hospital. What?!!! My dad lives in a small town in Mississippi, about one hour north of my sister’s home in Covington, Louisiana. He had a urinary tract infection last month, and it has gotten worse. He got out of the hospital for an hour to make arrangements to have his dog taken care of, but he is staying in the hospital on an IV drip of antibiotics for a couple of days. I hope he’s going to be okay. My sister is going to check on him and pick up his dog tomorrow.