Sprinkles turn this orange cake into something special! This orange cake mix is kicked up with buttermilk, sour cream and sprinkles, for a fun take on the classic funfetti!
It got a little crazy on my Facebook page the other day. Here’s how it started:
I dropped off a neighborhood kid at his home, and I asked him if he would be able to get into his house, because I knew his parents kept the doors locked and he generally had no key or way to get in. He said yes, but since his parents work from home, he had to wait a while after ringing the bell for his mom to make it to the door.
I told Robb about this and he was dumbfounded. “People lock their doors while they’re home?”
“Yes, my love, they do.” I tried to explain how a mom of young children might want the doors locked, but he comes from a very small town in the middle of a state full of very small towns, and this whole concept was completely foreign to him.
“I hate living in the city,” was his reply.
Since I was pretty unsuccessful at convincing him how normal this is, I went to Facebook. I asked people to weigh in on whether they lock their doors while they are home. If you want to read the entire thread, you can do it here.
Robb obviously believes “Y’all are CRAZY.” (This was his comment after I sent him a text message telling him it was heating up and he might want to check out how incredibly right I am.)
He hates when I rub an itoldjaso in his face. Can’t imagine why.
We’re a door-always-open kind of family, both literally and figuratively. I told Robb that’s because I can kill a man with my bare hands, if I need to. (He obviously agreed.) I’ve never actually had to do that, though. Mostly I have to keep an eye on the pack of teenage boys or the gaggle of girls that seem to come and go as they please.
The Hippie Chick, who is the caboose in this family, is a whopping 12 years old now. I’m excited for her to start junior high, and wear makeup, and all the other rights and privileges that come with being 12. BUT… she’s my baby. And I wish she would go back to being 4 sometimes.
She was so cute at 4.
And none of her friends spent more than 12 hours at a time in our house when she was 4.
Hippie Chick requested cupcakes with sprinkles
Nothing against boxed cake mixes, I think they occupy a wonderful place in this world, but I really prefer to doctor them up a bit. Add some buttermilk and sour cream and make them even tastier with a nice heavy texture. Maybe throw in some sprinkles.
By the way, if you can’t find the Pillsbury Orangesicle Cake Mix
Either way, you’ll want to lock your doors, because once the neighborhood smells these cupcakes baking, you’ll be mobbed by hungry teenagers!
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- 1 box Pillsbury Orangesicle Cake Mix
- ½ cup shortening
- ½ cup sour cream
- ½ cup buttermilk
- ½ cup milk
- 1 egg + 2 egg yolks
- ⅛ tsp. orange extract
- ¼ cup sprinkles
- 1½ cups powdered sugar
- 2 T. buttermilk
- ⅛ tsp. orange extract
- more sprinkles for garnish
- Mix together cake mix, shortening, sour cream, and buttermilk.
- Add eggs and extract and mix well.
- Fold in sprinkles.
- Place liners in cupcake pan, and fill each liner ⅔ full with batter. Bake at 350 degrees for 19-21 minutes, until lightly brown on top.
- For frosting, combine sugar, extract, and buttermilk, stirring until smooth.
- Place a small amount of frosting on each cupcake while still warm, using a knife to spread. Garnish immediately with sprinkles.
If you enjoy this recipe, you might also enjoy:
California Orange Cake from Your Home Based Mom
Orange Cream & Chocolate Cupcakes from Created By Diane
Strawberry Jello Funfetti Poke Cake from Shugary Sweets
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What a fun variation of funfetti!
God, you crack me up, Jen. I have NO doubt that you could kill a man with your bare hands. And maybe you should cook something super stinky every now ‘n then to chase all those teenagers out so that you can have a few hours to yourself! I’d be visiting too your place too if I could smell orange funfetti cupcakes baking (I have the nose of a blood hound). I’m a city girl, born ‘n raised, and hells yeah we lock the doors when we’re home. My in-laws have bars on all their windows. We are just terrified of the outside world and need to keep the riff-raff out.
Thanks, Nancy! I hadn’t thought of the stinky food idea… that is brilliant!! I think I’ll go roast some garlic or something.
Living in South Africa people think you are crazy AND stupid for not locking your doors at any time of the day or night. You also lock yuor car doors immediately after getting in and you would not consider staying in a place without bars on the windows! Could you ploosibly teach me how to kill a man with my bare hands over the internet?
Stephanie, haha, I wish I could! I will say that the ability to kill a man with your bare hands has a lot to do with the attitude. At least, that’s my story.