My husband recently bought me an oven so I could make some of the Western dishes I have been craving. As it’s Valentine’s Day, I thought it would be a perfect idea to make my husband some surprise Valentine’s cupcakes for when he arrived home from work.
I checked I had all the necessary ingredients for my surprise, I smiled when I saw we had everything in stock! I went to shower and get ready for the day, during that time someone took one of the two eggs I needed for my recipe.
Never mind, one egg will have to do. I continued to make the cupcakes with one egg. I made them with the juice from Nagpur oranges and grated coconut, they smelt delicious.
My mother-in-law arrived home just as I took the cupcakes out of the oven, she took her phone out of her handbag and immediately called my husband to tell him I had made cakes. Surprise Valentine’s cupcakes were no longer a surprise.
We didn’t have anything in the house to put on top of the cupcakes so I when to the local supermarket to get some dairy milk chocolate. Melted chocolate poured over cupcakes is really yummy. On my way to the supermarket a school bus stopped next to me to drop off some of the children. The children waiting in the bus were all waving at me and shouting ‘Hello Didi!’ (elder sister), it was extremely cute, I waved back to their beautiful smiley faces.
I returned home and started to melt the chocolate but I couldn’t find the cupcakes, they had been moved somewhere. I then realised that they had actually been eaten, there must have been a misunderstanding somewhere. The cupcakes fell victim to the language barrier.
At this point I cried but at least I had a saucepan of half melted chocolate to comfort me whilst I waited for my husband to return from his office. I really wish I could have communicated the fact they were my Valentine’s Surprise for my husband.
My husband also had a cake surprise. He bought a whole cake for me on his way home from work. He arrived home but as he stopped the car, the cake fell down from the dashboard. The cake was completely squashed.
He went straight out again and got me a new cake, a heart-shaped black forest gateaux with my name on it! Such a sweetheart. We ate the cake together and laughed about our Valentine’s day of cake related disasters. Third cake lucky.