Because I’m a crazy person, I am purposefully going out of my way to make my life more difficult and doing things that I’m not good at. I blame the media. They are to blame for everything else these days (the Kardashians, Sarah Palin), so obviously they have caused this problem for me as well.
My problem is that although I like to poke fun at the overly crafty folks out there, I covet their mad skills. I see things all over the internet that I KNOW I can’t do, so I get all snobby and snarky and I’m like “OMG, look how lame, I am so cool, whatever, you suck crazy Potty Party Lady.” But then I get all defensive on the inside and I’m like “Whatever, I could totally pull this off if I wanted to. WATCH ME.”
And that brings us to cake pops.
After pulling off the baby shower last weekend, I’ve decided that I’m invincible and can do anything I set my mind to, which I think we all know is total crap. So I’ve decided to make cake pops for the kids at Simon’s birthday party on Saturday. The party is just for family and godparents and their kids, but there will still be a pretty good crowd, so I couldn’t decide what I wanted to do for birthday cake. We would have had to order a ton of cupcakes, which is mega spendy. I could make them (and by “I could,” I of course mean “Paul could,” just like he did for Declan’s 3rd birthday), but that seemed like a lot of trouble (basically Paul said he wasn’t interested). I could bake a huge cake, but my frosting skills leave a smidge to be desired, and I didn’t want Simon to be ashamed of me, so I nixed that idea. So I thought “hey, cake pops would be fun!” and an idea was born.
After hitting up my Facebook friends for advice, I learned that making cake pops looks easy but it is actually a 1 million step process that takes like 3 days. Fabulous. But all it took was one friend to say “this would be great for your blog!” and I said “YOU’RE ON!” and here we are.
So I dug around on Pinterest and found a Pin called “Easy Cake Pop Recipe” and got busy. I’m going to do the pops over the course of a couple of days because apparently the balls need to chill over night and because my children make everything take 10 times longer than it should. Day 1 is in the books, and here’s how it went.
At the store the other day, I saw these Mini M&Ms, and thought they would be a cute alternative to sprinkles. Then, for overkill, I got the “Funfetti” icing with the idea to mix the funfetti in to the batter. Cute, maybe.
Declan and I got busy baking our cake. We got out the ingredients and started mixing, and then came across our first hurdle. I have no baking pans. None. I have muffin tins and a cookie sheet, but no cake pans. And this is why this shit never works for me. Who makes huge plans to bake things, gets started and then realizes “Oh yea, I can’t bake it in this mixing bowl,”? Me, that’s who.
So we modified our plan and used a Pyrex, which added like 20 minutes of bake time. Whatever, the cake got made.
The next step was to let the cake cool, crumble it up, mix with frosting and form the balls. Easy. I can successfully destroy a cake with my bare hands without batting an eye.
I was going to use the food processor like the recipe called for, but Paul pointed out what a pain it is to clean the food processor, and I was all “SOLD,” so I used my hands, and it worked fine.
Up next was to add some frosting (or icing? which is it?) to bind the cake crumbs, and then make the balls. The recipe said it should make 40-50 balls, and I counted 39, which makes sense based on the minor sampling Paul and I did.
So now the balls are chilling in the fridge over night. Tomorrow comes the hard part. Dipping and drying and decorating. Triple D. I’m nervous, but hopeful. Can I do it? Can I make beautiful, chocolatey, rainbow-speckled goodness for my son’s party? Tune in tomorrow for another episode of “Domestic Disturbia,” same time, same place.