Slap my ass and call me Suzy Homemaker

Tomorrow is my Papa's birthday. At his age he's not much for celebrating, but Carrie and I are going to make him lunch and take it down to him. I'll make a couple of mushroom and garlic pizzas right before we head down.

But, tonight, I made pumpkin muffins for him.

Now, while I'm a reasonably good cook, I'm a lousy baker. I can fuck up cookies that come out of tube, no shit. Carrie insisted that we have some sort of baked good, as it is a birthday, and since I've had good luck with pumpkin muffins from a box in the past (I can also do cheesecake brownies from a box and pumpkin pasties from a tube/can) I thought that was the safest bet.

I'm happy to report that despite a last minute rush to the store for canola oil, they came out okay. Now, I'm going to finish them off with a nice topping of cheesecaking icing.

There is no way this will end without a big mess.

ETA: Frosted the muffins without making a huge mess, but Carrie felt the need to watch me, waiting for the impending "disaster".

Me: Don't you have a show to watch?
Carrie: Nope. You caught me in my between shows doin' stuff time.

No disaster for her.