I got the recipe for that one from the lady that owns this; check it out. She knows her stuff. I don't. Here is the whole sordid story of my latest baking endeavour.
I told my son that we would make red velvet cupcakes for my bride; the day got really, really busy, and I decided to stop in to Saint Cupcake and grab a few instead of baking. When we got home at 5:30, my bride said she wished we would have baked them instead. I felt like a lazy bastard, so I decided to head out to the store for baking stuff. That is where the fun began. Before I left, measured out cake flour in two bowls to see if we had enough. We did. I left for the store (a total zoo) and quickly got all I needed except for the red food coloring- I needed 6 tablespoons, which is a lot. I went to three stores, and the last straw was Whole Foods, were I got a three pack of red, blue, and yellow die that cost over $11. It was about $4 at the other two stores. Man, I hate Whole Foods sometimes (How can a grocery store not sell Coke?).
Once home, I got cracking, and things moved along quickly. When it came time to add the die, I realized I had half as much as I thought, and that red, blue, and yellow mix into baby-shit brown colored cake.
It really does look pooperific. After they went into the oven, I looked around on the counter and realized I had only mixed in 2 cups of flour rather than 3.5. I saw the bowl sitting there, judging me.
This is what happens to flour that judges me; it gets its ass thrown in the garbage. The first batch went in the garbage as well after coming out looking like the picture at the top of the post. I figured I could add the flour to the rest of the batter, and get better results. So I did, and ended up with this.
Horrible. They went in the garbage as well. I fucking hate baking.