And then I saw his face. Now I’m a Belieber (?)

Where do I even begin. Well, I guess I should begin by saying this post is pretty long. Bear with me, people. It’s jam packed with tons of pointless info that I know you’ll love.

So first off, I went to the Justin Bieber concert last night. No, I did not pay for the tickets. Noooo no no no. We got them for free. We had 4 tickets so I was going to go with my dad, Sister Celiac, and then a friend since it was her birthday a few weeks ago. Unfortunately, my sister has been sick the past few days and wasn’t feeling well enough to go, and my friend canceled seriously 2 hours beforehand because she had homework to finish. I was a little sad about that. But what’s more sad is that we had 2 extra tickets and I couldn’t think of anyone I wanted to go with. I called my best friend, but she had to babysit, and then another friend was at Les Miserables. I was going through my contacts in my phone and the best I could come up with was my ACT tutor. So yeah, I was a bit upset. My brother Future Chef ended up coming with us, which was pretty hilarious.

We had to wait for almost 10 minutes in line in the parking lot just to get to the entrance of the building. I was totally fine with the long line, but I had to listen to the 11 year old girl behind me smooching her Justin Bieber poster the whole time. Why. I decided to wear my Abbey Road shirt to the concert. I’m not sure what point I was trying to make, but Abbey Road is arguably the best Beatles album. Maybe second to Revolver… Anyway, the guy taking tickets at the entrance said “Hey, I like your shirt.” I said “Represent” and he said “AAAAA-MEN.” We bonded. I wanted to fist bump him, but there were so many girls there that I was literally pushed away. Speaking of teeny-bopper girls, oh my goodness. So. Many. “Hipsters.” The amount of fake nerdy glasses there made me want to go get Lasik, which is saying a lot because I’m incredibly near-sighted and never want lasers near my eyes…if that all makes sense? If you don’t have to deal with the pain and suffering of wearing glasses/contacts, then you should not wear fake glasses. Unless you’re Justin Timberlake. He can pull them off. Also, so many girls had the word “swag” on their shirt. *sigh* Why.

We got to the concert almost right as it started. A guy came out on stage and started to introduce the opening band. I knew Carly Rae Jepson was opening, so I was waiting for her, but then he said “Coming all the way from Australia…” And I was like “wait, isn’t Carly British? Am I crazy? Wait, don’t answer that.” And then I realized that I was arguing inside my own head. Turns out it was Cody Simpson. I know very little about Cody other than he’s Australian and Ellen Degeneres helped him become famous. I listen to his Pandora station occasionally when my sister puts it on, and I like his music. He’s a cutie patootie and he’s actually a pretty good singer and dancer. I mean, he’ll never be as good as Mush from Newsies, but he’s pretty close. And he’s Australian. What’s not to love? I would definitely go see him in concert. He sang 4-5 songs and I knew none of them except for Iyiyi. Yes, that’s the real name. Look it up.

THEN Carly Rae Jepson sang. That chick has an album. What? Since when does she have more than one song? I pretend to hate Call Me Maybe, but I do like it. Kait, you’re not allowed to comment. It gets stuck in my head so easily, though. She sang a few songs off of her new album (again, what?) and then sang Call Me Maybe. Unfortunately, I realized halfway through her singing that she reminds me of a combination of two nasty girls that I know. One is nicknamed Faker Salt and Pepper Shaker and the other is unaffectionately known as Barbie. Oof. Carly kept saying how we were her best friends and I was like woooaahhhh, hold up, sistah. This relationship is moving awful fast. Then she asked if we had a long-distance love and I was like JOSEPH GORDON-LEVITT. HE’S MINE. DIBS. I actually said it out loud, but there were so many screams no one heard me. The only part of one of her songs that I remember went:
“Your heart is a muscle. Your heart is a muscle. You’ve got to work it out, make it stronger. Try for me, just a little longer. Your heart is a muscle. Your heart is a muscle.”
Let’s compare that to another song about hearts:
“Whatever happens, I’ll leave it all to chance. Another heartache – another failed romance. On and on…Does anybody know what we are living for? I guess I’m learning. I must be warmer now. I’ll soon be turning round the corner now. Outside the dawn is breaking, but inside in the dark I’m aching to be free.”
Eh, same thing.

And then Justin Drew Bieber came on stage. Let me come clean for a second. I do in fact have his first CD, One Time. I have all the songs memorized and actually like him for a while. Ok, maybe like 2 weeks… I was hoping he would play songs off of that album, but no. They’re all off of his new one. When the concert started there was some weird opening video playing about I don’t even know what. It was dramatic (but less ghetto, Marie) and then BOOM. Justin descended from the stage attached to a pair of wings that were easily 20 feet long. Breaking news: Justin Bieber is the newest Archangel. He’s come to spread the good news that tween girls think it’s hot when guys lift up their shirt and the girls can see the top of their boxers. This actually happened. A crew member (whom Justin called “bro”) was helping him take off his harness, and when he slightly lifted up his shirt, we all caught a glimpse of his boxers. And, my goodness, the screams that ensued… Speaking of screaming, every time he breathed there was screaming. There was no way the Jonas Brothers concert was that loud. Justin takes off his sunglasses? Screams. Lies down on stage? Screams. People paid so much for the tickets to his concert and he decided to have a power nap on stage for a few seconds, and everyone was totally ok with it. I don’t want to live on this planet anymore.

As if wearing my Beatles shirt wasn’t enough, I rebelled again when he said to put your hands in the air. What’d I do? I did the three finger salute from The Hunger Games. Except instead of it meaning thanks, admiration, and good-bye to a loved one like it does in the books, I wanted to run up on the stage and stick them over his mouth so he would stop attempting to rap.

Sorry to get a bit graphic here, but he did the weird crotch grab way too much. Dear Justin, I’m not sure if you know this, but Michael Jackson did that decades ago. And it was disturbing back then too.

Justin was also wearing parachute pants and gold gloves. I couldn’t tell if he thought he was Michael Jackson or Eminem. The outfits were pretty awful. It was all tank tops and, yes, parachute pants. At one point he was wearing a v-neck undershirt. Why.

About 2 hours into the concert (1 hour of Cody and Carly and 1 hour of Justin), I was seriously bored. I didn’t know it was possible to be bored at a concert. When Justin said “Wow, there are a whole lotta beauties here,” I turned to my brother (who was sitting in his seat and blankly staring off into space) and asked if he was bored. He said yes with way too much enthusiasm, so I looked at my dad and was like “Time to go.”

My favorite part, aside from Cody Simpson, was the smoke, lasers, and fireworks. Yes, there were fireworks. They scared the bajeebers out of me. Bieber bajeebers. Bajeebiebers?*ehem* Right then. Maybe I was just unimpressed because all the things he did I had already seen at the Jonas Brothers concert 3 years ago, like the whole raise-up-in-a-crane-thingie-and-fly-over-the-audience thing. 14 year old Picco loved the Jonas Brothers concert and I still think it was pretty amazing. Back then, I was sure I was going to marry Joe Jonas until he jerkishly broke up with Demi Lovato…speaking of, did anyone else hear her sing the National Anthem at the World Series game tonight? It was amazing. That girl is so beautiful. Attempting to get back on topic here…no. Never mind. I’m done talking about Justin.

In the end, I respect the man…errr, boy? He’s been popular for, what, 5 years now? Tops? Sure, he’s immature, and he uses the words swag and bro way too much, and he’s completely full of himself, but it’s really impressive how far he’s gotten. He seems like a nice enough guy and he loves his fans. I wish him the best of luck with his future endeavors and I’m never going to his concert ever again, which is depressing because I really, really wanted to like it. I was actually pretty sad that I didn’t, but then my mom reminded me “you do realize that you were at a Justin Bieber concert, right?”

That ticket to the left of the Justin Bieber one was the ticket from the first concert I ever went to. I was 5 years old and all I remember about the concert was thinking that it was actually The Beatles performing and that I fell asleep during it. I’m still quite the party animal. Woohoo.

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Mid-week Crisis: The Cardinals aren’t going to the World Series. And now I’m really sad.

1. I don’t even want to talk about the baseball game Monday night. It was depressing. No, it was beyond depressing. The first 30ish seconds of this video sum up my feelings about the game. Once it gets to the part where the baseball team actually starts playing well is when it stops reminding me of the game and I get all sad again. Good thing when Joseph Gordon-Levitt asked, “Dad, when are we gonna be a family again?” his dad didn’t answer, “When the Cardinals win the pennant.” because then they’d never be a family and Joe would die a poor orphan with a bad haircut. Seriously, who’s the stylist for the movie that thought his hair looked good? *sigh* I’m acting like we’ve never won the World Series…even though we did last year. And in 2007. I was just hoping we’d win this year.

Although we lost, I did gain a bit of an affinity for the rookie pitcher Joe Kelly. Here he is using his bare hand to try to catch the ball Hunter Pence hit. No glove, and that thing was flying at him at the speed of light. He was great for the entire 2/3 of the inning that he pitched.

Oh, and Hunter Pence scares me. And as Sister Celiac said, ‘Aubrey Huff? What, did they run out of boy names?” You Giants have some weird people on your team. Although I like Brandon Crawford and Buster Posey. And that’s it. Thanks for making us look like an awful team, Giants. Gosh.

2. What are you being for Halloween? I’m being Deb from Napoleon Dynamite. My oldest youngest brother (that makes sense, right?) Future Chef is being Napoleon, and my mom and I are trying to convince Sister Celiac to be either Pedro or Kip. We’ll see how this goes… If you’re not sure what you should dress up as, might I suggest being a St. Louis girl? “But Picco,” you ask. “What does being a St. Louis girl require?” I shall tell you, my dear internet friend. First, you must buy a pair or 15 of those Nike running shorts with the little swoopy cutout on the leg. Know what I’m talking about? Once you decide on which pair to wear, fold the waistband over once, and it’s time to find a shirt. Unfortunately the only type of shirt you can wear is a tee shirt, but you can choose between wearing a shirt from a race you ran, your school picnic, or wearing a tie dye one. Maybe you can even opt for a tie dye shirt from a race you ran at your school? Be sure to half tuck in your shirt to your shorts. This shows the world that you’re like totally a nerd, but still super cool. Now let’s talk shoes. You have a few more options in the shoe department. You may chose from moccasins, Toms, Uggs, or running shoes. Whichever option you pick, you must wear them with black Nike socks that go a few inches above your ankle. As for your hair, it must be stick straight and either worn down or pulled back into what I call an “I don’t care” ponytail.” This ponytail must be incredibly messy and look like you just tied it back quickly so you could take a picture of your new Nike shorts and stick it on your Instagram. In reality, this hairstyle takes quite a few minutes to perfect, but you didn’t hear it from me. If it’s pulled back, you need to wear a headband with it. Extra points if the ponytail is slightly off to one side. Be sure to tuck your iPhone into the waistband of your shorts. Also, you need to have either an unnatural attempted-raspy low voice or a voice so giggly and high that it makes me want to slap you upside the head with a dead fish. There you have it. You’re a St. Louis girl. I am not like this at all. Ugh.

3. I went out to lunch with a friend the other day at Pappy’s here in St. Louis. If you’re ever in the area, I definitely recommend going to it. We had to wait in line for about 45 minutes until we got to order, but I think it was worth it. If you don’t totally love it it’s probably not worth the wait, but then I’d deem you insane. I got a pulled pork sandwich, sweet potato fries, and coleslaw. Yum. When we were waiting in line, the employee handing out menus attempted to chat it up with us. He asked where I went to school and when I said I was homeschooled he did a weird nervous chuckle and started talking to my friend. I obviously intimidate people (?).

4. I taught Evil Scientist brother long division in 5 minutes and now he won’t stop doing it.

This is a conversation that went down between my brother and sister the other day:

Evil Scientist Brother: Does “opportunity” mean a chance to do something?
Sister Celiac: Yeah, it does.
Evil Scientist: *sinister grin* Perfect…

And he walked away. That boy will take over the world one day. Please be careful.

Also, I have a story about how I got questioned by an FBI agent the other day, but I’m going to save that for the next post because this is getting long.

Bye?

When visiting the Fox Theater, try not to get squashed by falling elephants.

The only problem (?) with my mom having another kid is that people keep bringing us meals. Delicious meals that I don’t have to make, which are really the best kind. Tonight’s was especially delicious and I hope I – as a food blogger – didn’t intimidate you too much, Mrs. W. We all enjoyed dinner tremendously. That being said, because we keep getting meals, I can’t make anything for my blog because we really have no room in our fridge for any more food. That might be because we have the smallest fridge on the planet that’s a billion years old and totally falling apart. There’s also no ice maker in it and my siblings enjoy leaving one ice cube in each ice cube tray and then putting them back in the freezer. Don’t even get me started.

The other day I got to go on a tour of the Fox Theater. For those of you who aren’t cool enough to live in St. Louis like I am, well, I’ll pray for you. Especially if you’re from Chicago. Does anyone know why St. Louisians and Chicagoans fight? Yeah, me neither. All I know is we always win. Especially when it comes to being in the NLCS this year. Too soon?

Back to the Fox. In my humble opinion, it is one of the most amazing parts of St. Louis. I’ve been to a bunch of shows there, like Wicked, Jesus Christ Superstar, and Celtic Thunder (my friend and I were scared we were going to get kicked out of that one…oops? Team Damian McGinty.), but really haven’t seen much of it. The shows I usually go to are late at night and you can’t really stick around afterwards to look at stuff when it’s dark and 5,059 other people are trying to leave the theater. Last weekend I was able to go on a tour of the entire theater. The tour guide said that that day was one of only 60-65 days a year when there weren’t any shows that night, so we could go backstage. You’re jealous already. But wait, it gets better.

Right when you walk into the Fox you’re kind of overwhelmed with how huge the lobby is. Well, at least I was. The whole theater is very elegant and dark and mysterious. The elegant part was nice, but the dark and mysterious didn’t make for such great pictures. And I hate using a flash. True story.

After leaving the lobby, we went to the auditorium. It was really nice to sit in the first row because the closest I’ve ever been to the stage is 6 rows from it. But that was when I saw High School Musical, so it totally doesn’t count. Not only is there an organ in front of the stage that’s been there since the theater opened in 1929, but it rises from the ground. It made me want to start up organ lessons again. Kinda. The man who played it for us said that if he plays the notes with the biggest pipes, the foundation of the theater shakes.

I had to restrain myself from pushing him off the bench and finding the foundation-shaking pipes, because how cool would that be? The pipes, not me pushing someone off a bench. Well, maybe.

There’s a chandelier above the orchestra section that I’m seriously scared is going to fall on me every time I sit beneath it. Turns out if it does fall, I’d be quite flat. The chandelier is 12 feet in diameter and weights 5000 pounds. It also takes 30 minutes to lower it. Kind of like the ball in Times Square on New Year’s Eve…except I can safely watch that on my tv and I don’t have to multitask watching the guys from Celtic Thunder do spins in kilts and keeping an eye on the chandelier so I don’t die.

After leaving the auditorium, we went on a tour of the rest of the theater. We rode in an old elevator (I’m going to say it’s called a crank elevator…? All I know is that the tour guide raised it up manually. And there was a creepy dude standing awfully close to me the entire time.), went into the men’s and women’s lounge, and saw the box seats. Dear Fox Theater, are you listening to how nicely I am talking about your theater? May I please have box seats? Or at least a free ticket to see Wicked this December? Yes? Fantastic.

There are elephants throughout the entire theater. An elephant with a raised trunk is a sign of good luck. Hence this super scary elephant right above the stage.

Wouldn’t it be ironic if that elephant fell on someone? Hey, just saying.

This is a ghost lamp. I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “Wow, I could seriously go for some waffles right now.” Oh wait, that’s me. You’re thinking, “That’s ugly.” We both have slightly strange thoughts. That must be why we’re such good friends. But yes, it’s hideous. Want to know what it’s used for? They turn on the ghost lamp after every show and leave it on until the beginning of the next one so the ghosts in the theater don’t run into each other. Now the theater’s haunted. Luckily I’ve watched one too many episodes of Ghost Adventures because I knew that if I ran into a ghost, taunting them would only make them follow me home and haunt me forever. Thank you, Zak Bagans.

See look, more elephants. These are on the carpet in the audition room. All of the elephants in the theater have their trunks pointing towards the stage. It’s really cool, actually.

Then we got to go on stage. This is what the performers see. Blech. I would be so nervous…

And these are props in front of a bunch of scary electrical wires. Does anyone else ever have that feeling when they’re up really high on a balcony or staircase that they’re going to throw themselves over the edge for no reason? I kind of felt that way about the wires. I was like oh my gosh, it’s going to be like that scene from the Psych episode Tuesday the 17th when the guy pushes the other guy into the wires and he gets electrocuted. This and waffles are pretty much the only things I think about. And ironic falling elephants.

This was on the stage. The picture’s a bit blurry, but I had to take a picture of it because there was a old man next to me who said, “They didn’t put a date on it. How the heck are you supposed to know when next week is? Crazies…” We’re best friends now.

The walls leading from the stage to the dressing rooms are covered with signatures of people from every show since the theater reopened over 30 years ago. How cool is that?

I unfortunately didn’t get any pictures of the dressing rooms because I didn’t want people in any of my shots. No seriously. A majority of the people there were wearing ratty jeans and tee shirts, and I didn’t want them ruining a perfectly good photo. I know, I have issues. But I can describe the rooms to you. If you’re a star, you get a super fancy dressing room with couches and a tv. If you’re a schmuck, you get stuck in a small room with 24 other people, and the walls and floors are an incredibly depressing shade of white. It’s so small there’s no way the fire marshal would allow the maximum occupancy to be more than 2 oompa loompas, a fig newton, and an ant. Moral of the story? Unless you want to develop claustrophobia, don’t go into acting.

I’m not obsessed with Wicked.

Going on the tour made me really want to be on Broadway. Unfortunately that would require me being able to sing, dance and/or act. I really don’t see that happening since I don’t sing much, I was told by my ballet teacher that I wasn’t a ballerina (I was like well, on that note, I quit. You big meanie.), and the last play I acted in was when I was in 5th grade. I played elf #2 in The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. I had three whole lines. So basically I’ll never be on Broadway. Oh well. I’ll just go see Wicked later this year with the free tickets I’m getting from the Fox. Right?

Oh and Beth, this is for you.

AND my blog got its 35,000th  page view today. I love you guys.

Mid-week Crisis: There’s a bacon shortage. Excuse me while I go cry…

1. I’m officially the oldest of 7. Ta da. My brother was born last week and he’s pretty dang adorable. Only problem is that I’m torn between calling him Seven (which is what my friend calls him), or Spiderbaby (which is what Corrupted Brother calls him) on my blog. I might use both, so don’t get confused. Or I could just call him by his full name, which is Spiderbaby Gotham. Quite a name to live up to, huh? I thought so too. So to make him extra manly, I stuck him in an American Girl Doll dress and ear muffs and took pictures. Let the corruption begin…

2. Is it totally depressing that I watched this, uhhh, twice? I would have replayed it, but it’s 9 minutes long. Boo.

3. My friend’s 17th birthday was a few days ago and I got her a bacon and cheese double steakburger from Steak n Shake as a birthday present. As lame as that is, she got me a cheep-o fan from her trip to Spain for my birthday. I think I win. Because I was missing Heath Ledger that day, I got a Heath Bar shake, which was a total mistake. They totally skimped on the Heath bits and they used banana ice cream instead of vanilla. Banana. BANANA. It was so disgusting…that I finished off the entire thing. But seriously, I think Steak n Shake needs to give me a free shake or something. After we finished off our food, we played hangman with her 15 year old brother and their Spanish exchange student (rocking birthday, huh?). I’m not sure how this happened, but this was one of the games.

4. That awkward moment when you wear a bow on top of your head and accidentally signal that you’re out to get yourself a man.

5. This was on the back of a jelly jar. In case you can’t read it, it says, “Made with organic sugar from an ethical and environmentally friendly source certified EcoSocial by IBD.” Where do I even start…

6. And I still haven’t seen Looper or Premium Rush. Nope. Is Premium Rush still in theaters? How dare I call myself a Joseph Gordon-Levitt fan.. WILL SOMEONE PLEASE GO SEE THEM WITH ME?! I need my stupid license so I can drive myself to see a JGL movie alone. And the sad part is that actually sounds really wonderful.

7. Not. Cool. I’m stocking up.

8. I’m on a bit of a Russian author kick right now. Currently on my nightstand/floor since I don’t have a nightstand is Cancer Ward. And a book called Easy Microwaving that came out in the 70s. People were way too impressed with microwaves back then… But anyway, Cancer Ward. It’s such a great book. So incredibly long and I can’t keep the characters’ names straight, but it’s great. Aaannnddd that’s about it. Note to self: never tell that story again.

And not ONCE did anyone ever say, “Socrates, muffins without sugar taste like poison.”

I’m a little awkward. And that’s an understatement.

I’m the kind of girl who doesn’t know how to take compliments like a normal person. For example:

You: Hey Picco, your blog post last night was cool.
Me: HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

You think I’m joking. The only reason I sound somewhat sane on my blog is because I can edit what I write. Sometimes (all the time?) when I look at my writing I think Well. I have no idea what my point is. I think my life needs a backspace button so I can erase all the dumb things I blurt out. I also need a theme song and someone who will tell me to go running in the morning instead of downing multiple bowls of Apple Jacks. Although I think that thing’s called a conscience.

I’m not exactly the coolest 17 year old in the world. Cool 17 year olds would probably go to cool concerts, like Ed Sheeran or Train. They’re actually both coming to St. Louis soon, but I’m not going to see them. Who am I going to see instead? Justin Bieber. Before you judge me and start throwing small inanimate objects at your computer screen (because isn’t that what we all do when we judge something?), let me explain. No, I’m not a “Belieber.” At all. I prefer to be fans of people like Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Helena Bonham-Carter, and Robert Downey Jr. You have to have three names to win my admiration, obviously. The only reason I’m going is because my dad was able to get free tickets. A few weeks ago Sister Celiac and I were talking about how hilarious it would be if we could go to his concert as a joke. My dad was like well, I might be able to get free tickets… and he did. I think if I close my eyes really hard and drown out the music by singing a Demi Lovato song, I can pretend I’m at her concert. I’ll let you know how that goes. I’m predicting not well.

You know what else is awkward? Cupcakes. How do you eat those things? If you just bite into them you get frosting all over your face and up your nose. Gross, I know, but you can relate. Apparently the “hipster” way to eat a cupcake is to take off the top, turn that upside down, and make a cupcake sandwich. Like this. I tried that once and guess what? The stupid frosting spilled out over the sides and I had frosting all over my hands and a very depressing looking cupcake. Talk about a let down. Also I’m really awful at making frosting. So basically I’m not good at making or eating cupcakes at all. I prefer to stick with muffins.

Aside from being awkward, I also obviously suck at following recipes. Sometimes when a recipe calls for 6 tablespoons of unsweetened cocoa powder and 3/4 cups of sugar, you should add the sugar. Guess what I didn’t do? Just to give you a general idea of how disgusting these muffins were, after eating one it made me want to go into the depths of our basement, pull out a U-Hall box, and start gnawing on it just to get the taste out of my mouth. I tried to make them better by drowning them in chocolate syrup, but no such luck. They were in the trash before they had even cooled down.

The good news is that Corrupted Brother helped me make these and it was a nice bonding experience for us. We sang If I Had You by Adam Lambert together. Halfway through I stopped and wondered how the heck he knew the words to it. I’m so sorry, mom. I gave him 5 chocolate chips and he managed to get chocolate ALL over his face. That’s talent right there. He also decided it would be a good idea to eat the cocoa that had spilled on the counter. He regretted that in about 1.7 seconds.

Even though we made a huge mess, I had to change the Pandora station from Peter Fox to One Direction to Fun. to the Inception film score in order to make Corrupted Brother happy, and we used stale marshmallows and…uhhh…no sugar, I had fun baking with my lovely brother. True story.

I’m 100% positive these are delicious, but just remember to add all the ingredients. If you end up making them, let me know how they turn out, ok? Ok. Lovely.

Chocolate Marshmallow Muffins

From What’s Gaby Cooking

1/3 cup butter, melted and cooled
2 cups flour (I used King Arthur’s all purpose gluten-free flour)
6 tbsp cocoa powder
3 tsp baking powder
3/4 cup sugar
1/2 cup chocolate chips
1/2 cup marshmallows
1 egg, beaten
1 1/4 cup skim milk

Line a cupcake tray with cupcakes liners and preheat the oven to 375 degrees.

In a bowl combine the flour, cocoa, baking powder, SUGAR, chocolate chips and marshmallows. In a large mixer whisk the egg, milk and melted butter. Slowly add the flour mixture until completely mixed. If you’ve forgotten the sugar, I’d recommend adding it right about now. The batter will be stiff and hopefully not sugar-less.

Divide the batter evenly into the 12 cupcake liners.

Bake for 20 minutes. Remove from oven and cool on a cooling rack.