My sister Super G, is a high school math teacher in Brooklyn. She calls frequently and most often if she's upset it's because of her job. See apparently there are a lot of politics involved in our school systems. Just listening to my sister's trials and tribulations makes me think that all high school teachers should get an hour at the bar with reduced drink prices. You know, like Ladies Night, or Happy Hour. I mean she really puts up with a LOT.
One night she called and was telling me about this student. Now this student happens not to like women, non-Jamaican people, or learning. Whatever. He can like what he wants. Except then he starts picking a fight with this other little girl because she's not Jamaican. So my sister sends the girl out of the room and the boy student with the list of dislikes just kept going. SO she sent him to the dean. The dean proceeded to send the boy back. I don't think the dean likes to do her job. But that's beside the story. So this boy was returned to class and proceeded to invade my sister's personal space and yell at her. My sister is a great teacher because she did NOT 1) Punch this idiot in the nose. It would have been my first choice and thus I'm not a teacher. 2) Laugh at the boy and ridicule him in a manner to relieve him of some of his feelings of self importance. or 3) Walk over to her desk and pull out a fifth of bourbon and drink it straight from the bottle. My sister is a much better teacher than I ever could be.
Once she calmed down and told me about the incident and she said that at least she wasn't teaching this boy every day, I decided to include her in the cupcake shipping project. She was pretty excited about it. I also called my brother B and asked if he would like to participate in the cupcake shipping project. He lives in Portland, Oregon. SO I packaged up two sets of delicious Jamaican Me Crazy cupcakes and sent them off.
Super G had trouble getting them from the post office because I made a silly mistake in addressing them to her. But she said that one of the cupcakes had been smooshed (I did that in the packing), one was perfect, and the remaining two were all right. She didn't take pictures because her husband had the camera. I don't think he got any cupcakes. I haven't heard from my brother about his cupcakes. And frankly I keep forgetting to ask.
Oh and I forgot to point out in my last shipping cupcakes post that the reason the frosting is protected in an upside down disposable cup is because the cup gets narrower as it reaches the bottom. So the cup will no longer be wide enough to allow the cupcake far enough towards the bottom to squish the frosting, if it were turned upside down.
Jamaican Me Crazy Cupcakes
1 3/4 cup cake flour
grated zest of 1 orange
1 tsp soda
1/2 tsp salt
2 medium very ripe bananas, mashed
1 tsp lemon juice
1/2 cup buttermilk
1/2 cup butter
1 1/2 cups sugar
1/2 tsp rum flavoring
1/2 c. shredded sweetened coconut
Combine flour with soda, salt, and zest, set aside. Add lemon juice and buttermilk to bananas and set aside.
Cream the butter and add the sugar gradually. Beat well. Add the eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition. Add the rum flavoring. Alternate adding dry ingredients with banana mixture. Starting and finishing with the dry ingredients. Fold in coconut. Spoon into paper lined cupcake tins and bake at 375 degrees for about 15 minutes or until they test done. Let cool on racks before frosting.
2 Tbsp butter
1 cup powdered sugar
2 Tbsp rum
2 Tbsp milk
Beat butter and powdered sugar together. Add rum. Then add enough milk so that frosting is spreading consistency.