Memory Monday & 48 Cupcakes

First semester of college, so, okay, not so long ago. Psychology teacher announces that the next week will be the 'Phobia Presentations'. I was assigned the topic Agoraphobia, which is the fear of public places. Suddenly I felt agoraphobic. The teacher proceeded to inform us that we can't just stand and read. We need to present. We must inform the class on the phobia hitting certain information and must prevent something creative to associate with it. Video, Game, Movie Clip, etc.

You Tube, here I come. I searched many different places and found nothing that peaked my interest or proving that it was presentation worthy. Mostly just bad acting and drug addicts. Neither one I wanted to present on. So I continued looking and found this article about Paula Deen. You know the sassy silver haired 'Its all 'bout butter, y'all' southern cooking queen. As it turns out, she is a recovering agoraphobic.

Paula Deen. Butter. Food. Big Mama. Perfect!

Click here for the recipe and Thank You Paula Deen and The Food Network.

I found a delicious recipe that she labeled, 'Better Than Sex Cake.' I would like to personally add, that I don't like that title, however after a sample test, the cake was delish!

Paula Deen. Cake. Big Mama. Nicely Done.

Well, it was a messy cake. Covered in juices, whip cream, fruit, and coconut. Not exactly the take to class and pass around kind of cake. So I altered the recipe and turned it into cupcakes. I needed at least 4 dozen. So, with a plan in mind, I took off preparing my presentation.

Now, before I go further, let me add a slight huge wrench in the story. The week previously, the teacher told us how the presentations would be done. There was not a way for all of us to give our presentation. Not enough time. So, he would at first take volunteers, then draw names out of a hat. We would most likely do 10-15 students, depending on time. Bad news, if your name is drawn and you don't present, you fail the project. Fail the project, Fail the course. Capish?

Hmmm. Dilemma. A 48 juicy, whip cream, coconut dilemma.

I decide that it is too risky not to take the project. So, therefore Big Mama was at home just a couple hours earlier pouring cupcakes, cooling them, soaking them in fruit sauce, and of course the cool whip and coconuts happily added at class presentation time.

I pull up to the campus. 4 dozen cupcakes. Psychology class. Don't have good parking. Should have gotten the $20 parking permit. Hoof it. Nice man offers to carry the cupcakes. Thankfully! Of course. So I give him a couple.

Get to class. The instructors wife is there with bad news of a canceled class and a missing teacher. She casually tells me to freeze my cupcakes for next week.

Excuse Me?? FREEZE MY CUPCAKES? BIG MAMA DOES NOT FREEZE CUPCAKES!!

Breathe Big Mama! Breathe!!!

Turn around, nice man still holding 48 cupcakes. Hoof it again. He places them in my car, in which I give him a dozen more. We also had a neighborhood cupcake party.

The good news?? Email from the teacher. Presentations will be moved to the following week.

yeah. so. excited.

Next Week. 48 cupcakes. Hoofing it again. Didn't see the nice man this time for him to carry my cupcakes. Get to class. Teacher nonchalantly remarks on how nice it is for me to bring treats. I take a deep breath in hopes of shedding the last of 96 cupcakes. Class starts.

Teacher goes on to say, 'Okay, since I messed everyone up last week, for presentations, we'll only take volunteers. Who wants to go first?'

WHAT?? VOLUNTEERS?? BIG MAMA DOES NOT WANT TO VOLUNTEER!! 

I didn't have to do it the first time, just to find out that I didn't have to do it the second time either!???! Holy great mother of Paula Deen cupcake!

Yeah. Good Times.