I lost it this weekend. Completly lost my baking mojo. I was a disaster in the kitchen and if it could go wrong, it did go wrong. As soon as I post my recipe on a Sunday, I immediately start plotting and planning my next bake. I read books, look at blogs, dream about past baking successes (this happens a lot, I wake up dissapointed when I realise I wasn’t actually eating cake) and cobble together ideas until I come up with a bake I am happy to share with you, my gorgeous readers (flattery gets you everywhere). So le grande plan for this weekend was a delectable fusion of cheesecake, honey and blueberries in a cupcake. Generally, I hate cupcakes. I want a piece, no no, I want a SLAB of cake. Not a cupcake for it will not satisfy any cake fanciers appetite. However, I thought as it was quite a rich bake a smaller offering in cupcake form would work. But I was wrong. When I opened the over door I was greeted by overflowing, burst cake cases with volcanic blueberries and a bready textured cake. Not good at all. When this happens, I have a little tantrum. I put on a pout, slam the cupboard doors and occasionally I boarderline on tears, actual tears. Its not a pretty sight. What a waste of expensive ingrediants! Of my time! Shattered cake dreams! I also attempted the honey cream cheese icing as they were in the oven. That too was a failure as I bought medium fat cream cheese instead of full fat which lead to a runny icing that would not hold its own. Failed icing plus failed cake = MEGA FAIL.