1 Can white frosting
1 Box Red Velvet Cake Mix
2 cups water
1 cup light corn syrup
3 1/2 cups white sugar
1/4 teaspoon cream of tartar
1/2 cup light corn syrup
1 tablespoon cornstarch
1/4 cup water, or more as needed
15 drops red food coloring
3 drops blue food coloring
Prepare Red Velvet Cake Mix According to box, line cupcake tins with paper cupcake liners.
Divide cake batter between lined cupcake tins.
Bake according to box instructions. Let cool and frost cupcakes with white frosting.
Make the sugar glass. Mix 2 cups water, 1 cup corn syrup, white sugar, and cream of tartar in a large saucepan; bring to a boil. Use a candy thermometer and boil sugar syrup until temperature reaches 300 degrees (hard ball), stirring constantly. The mixture will thicken as water evaporates. When sugar reaches 300 degrees, quickly pour onto a metal baking pan. Cool until completely hardened. Break into “shards” using a meat mallet.
Make the edible blood. Mix together 1/2 cup corn syrup and cornstarch in a large bowl. Slowly stir in the 1/4 cup of water, adding more if necessary, until the corn syrup mixture has thickened to the consistency of blood. Stir in the red and blue food coloring.
Stab each frosted cupcake with a few shards of broken sugar glass. Drizzle on drops of “blood” to complete the effect.
Source: Tamra Hermosillo
Crying because I will make this one day!
It doesn’t really work in my favor to use the same logic my family uses when talking to me. For instance, I’m expected to be a mind reader…but can’t use that same logic on them. They don’t care what I’m thinking anyway.
Or, if I’m looking for something, and they half ass tell me where it is, and I spend five minutes looking for it where they said it is. Only for them to get mad because I’m making too much noise. Then I ask again where the thing is located, and they yell at me, saying it’s in a completely different spot than they said 5 minutes ago. So I say (only because this is the kind of response I would totally get), “Why didn’t you tell me I was looking in the wrong spot, when I was making too much noise?”
This is the response I get, “I didn’t know what the fuck you were doing. I’m not a mind reader!”
Great logic. Thank you for spending all of your energy yelling at me, and being a bitch to me, when all you had to do was take two seconds to point me in the right direction…when I was getting ready to look there anyway before you yelled at me.
I just wanted a goddamned pastrami sandwich. Fuck.