Bosses never listen you know!  For about eight months I've been engaged in battle of the butter cream with my boss.  What it comes down to is that she loves butter cream.  I mean LOOOOVES.  Like an unnatural love of it.  Not like my love of chocolate because any love of chocolate is a good love, a natural, wonderful pure love like nature intended love to be. 

I've always disliked butter cream but my biggest dislike came about 3 years back on my birthday. My cousin showed up with a cupcake that I had been coveting from Whole Foods.  I bit into and nearly died.  The frosting was butter cream.  It was hard too. In fact it was exactly like biting right into a stick of butter.  I got sick the next day.  Like laying on the bathroom floor announcing to the world that I was in fact dying and would never recover.  I threw up lots.  I whined lots.  Basically I acted an awful lot like a sick man.  I blamed the butter cream.  For a month after that I couldn't eat butter in any form.  And still to this day I won't eat anything with butter cream near it.  

No.  Just. NO

Anyway for a few months I made her damn butter cream and put it on EVERYTHING.  Then a few weeks ago she asked me to put butter cream on a red velvet cake.  That was it.  I had an almighty hissy fit.  But she said that she had put butter cream on the menu presented to the client that I had to make it. And that I worked for her and she said to do it.  

So I did it.

Begrudgingly.

And guess what?????

The customer got mad.  They knew I was the baker and asked what kind of person put butter cream on a red velvet cake instead of cream cheese frosting.  I texted my boss an "I told you so," so fast.  She just laughed it of.  And then told me to make more butter cream.

What really upset me was cleaning dishes at the end of any even when I would find globs and globs of butter cream frosting on the plate.  Because EVERYONE always wipes the frosting off and eats the cupcake.  ALWAYS.  Do you know how hard it is to scrape that off plates?  It's hard.  It's even harder when someone stacks seventeen plates on top of each other so that both sides of the plate are covered in it. Then at the end of the night there is so much butte floating on the surface of the water and all over your arms while washing dishes that you are sure that the butter is seeping into your pores.  I bet you never look at butter cream the same. 

Then I was doing a party where the client had called in a large baking company in Reno to provide the cakes.  In the end the lady had a melt down.  She ordered cakes with certain frostings and every one of them came with that gross grocery store frosting.  Even the red velvet cake.  She was livid because that one specified CREAM CHEESE FROSTING.  Just for fun I texted my boss.  I could sense her eye roll from 10 miles away.  

So two weeks ago when my boss informed me that she was going out of town and that I would be in charge of the upcoming events I got excited.  Especially when she told me I needed to make red velvet cakes & cupcakes.  I looked her in the eye and said, "Lady, I am NOT putting butter cream on these."  She stopped washing dishes, gave up and said, "fine, Shannon you are in charge.  I don't care."

I took advantage of that statement.  

First I made chocolate cupcakes.  For frosting I made a whipped cream vanilla frosting and then added in some Torani coffee syrup in tiramisu flavor.  They were divine.

Then I made a white wine cupcake.  For the frosting I made a white chocolate Riesling frosting.  Whoa.  My mind was blown.

Then I made red velvet cupcakes.  For the frosting I made CREAM CHEESE FROSTING DUH!

And y'all know what?  Not a single drop of frosting was left on any plate.  None.  They ate the shit out of those cupcakes.  

Of course I immediately texted my boss gloating.  She wrote me back and said, "fine, you can be in charge of frosting from now on."

I WIN THE BUTTER CREAM BATTLE.

My god I hate butter cream.