Somewhere in the recessive depths of my totally non-DIY mind, I decided it would be a good idea to make cake pops this year for my son’s birthday party (curses, curses, curses on Pinterest). I could give you a detailed blow-by-blow, but I will try to keep this relatively short and simple. That cake pop maker that I actually made money on by ordering (gotta love on those rebates, people–they can be worth it!)? Let’s just say there’s a delicate, very delicate, balance between over-filling and underfilling the machine. I never struck that balance. My son loved eating my “mess-ups” (basically, the entire batch) which looked exactly like minature spaceships.
|The general gist of my disastrous attempts…
just add more sprinkles.
We then progressed to the decorating portion of our cake pop
hell creating. I’m not entirely sure what my husband did with our children after I broke into tears for the third time that evening, but I know I wound up alone. With a whole lot of messy icing and sprinkles. This is never a good scene in my book.
The verdict? I was so worked up about the whole affair I never actually ate one of the blessed things, but people seemed to like them. And it is true–you can’t beat the convenience. Really easy to go sans forks and plates. So yeah, I’m going to give it another go for my daughter’s upcoming party (my Type A has to master that darn cake pop maker!)–this time I will just start weeks in advance. Yes, they will all be stale in time for the party 😉