So the kid and I wanted to make this for dinner, because ... well, why not?
Who wouldn't want a savory fucking cupcake for dinner?
Our first go-around wasn't so successful, however.
Sweet jesus the malformed easter pig. What happened?!
If there was a Pinterest for people who fuck up their dinner, we would have won. (I say "we" because I'd like to share the failure with my 6-year-old. She kept saying, "No, add more bacon. More bacon!" So between the rising dough and the bacon catapult, we were doomed from the start.)
I'd also like to say that Betty Crocker's recipe is sort of crap, because it calls for too much dough and too long in the oven for the egg. Still, it's a good idea worth tinkering with. (Jeez, what an ungrateful thing to say: "Thanks for the genius idea! Too bad you're a liar ...." I apologize, Betty.)
We tried again, fiddling with how much dough to put in the pan, how long to cook the egg, how much bacon to add, etc.
And we won!
We won dinner!
The egg remained in place during our second attempt but, alas, was cooked to within an inch of its life.
On our third attempt, we cooked the dough a little, and then added the egg, and then sat back and ate so many of these things that even Paula Deen would have said, "Slow down, honey chil'! Your pancreas is gonna catch fahr!"
(Top photo credit: Betty Crocker and its test kitchen of filthy liars."