I'm a country girl who is home-schooled in "the middle of nowhere" in southwest Indiana. When my sister and I were the respective ages of 9 and 12, we began to make desserts. My dad hasn't made dessert since. Anything with chocolate or cheese! Paninis-of course! One Christmas, My dad got a Le Creuset panini press. It sat in a cupboard for many years, until one day I started playing with it, and made some dog-gone good sandwiches! I was therefore crowned "The Panini Goddess". Black cupcake icing. My best friend, my sister and I wanted to make black and white cupcakes, so we made a batch of icing, divided it in half, and tried to dye one half black (we were using Wilton's TM concentrated gel icing color). At first, we got a lovely blue, then a light gray, then a slate gray, then slate blue, and almost a whole OZ jar later, dark gunmetal. We decide that was good enough, and started to decorate the cupcakes. The "Black" icing was much thinner than the white, and tasted awful. Everyone who tried it thought it was terrible. Once we were finished, and had started to clean up we noticed that every plastic utensil we had used with the black, was bright, bubble-gum pink, and our tongues were a mix of green, blue, and purple. the cupcakes were then frozen for the next week. When they were taken out, all the black icing had oozed down the rest of the cupcakes, and then separated, leaving the cupcakes standing in an inch of goo, and uneatable.