You win some, you lose some
My mother is the only person I know who moans loudly about how she is not invited to moon-viewing parties.
Also, my cupcakes failed. FAILED. They taste quite good but sort of exploded over the edge of the muffin tin while simultaneously sinking. I'm cutting my losses and calling them souffle muffins. My mother wants me to know I am making her fat; my response is that nobody asked her to eat four of them while musing out loud about where she'd seen a cake do that in her fifty years of cooking experience.
Also, my cupcakes failed. FAILED. They taste quite good but sort of exploded over the edge of the muffin tin while simultaneously sinking. I'm cutting my losses and calling them souffle muffins. My mother wants me to know I am making her fat; my response is that nobody asked her to eat four of them while musing out loud about where she'd seen a cake do that in her fifty years of cooking experience.