I can’t stop making cake pops. And I don’t wanna.
They’re too fun. And after my recent popping session with Sandi, I’m on a cake pop high.
Sweet munchkin requested that we make the chick cake pops for her preschool class Easter treat for tomorrow. My first reaction was, “Yea! Totally sister!” 3 seconds later I had a flashback to her birthday.
After making cake pops for her birthday class treat, I woke at the crack of dawn and tiptoed downstairs to stare at the cute things. Upon entering the kitchen, tears began to fall. Then audible crying occurred. Gasping for breath kind of crying. Those pops had been too heavy–I made them LARGE. I like my portions large and I like my cake pops large. And now I better start liking my buns large–I’d given them zero chance of survival. During the night they’d toppled right off their sticks and plunged to their death. wah.
The pressure! But I told myself I’d make cupcakes 1st thing tomorrow morning if I woke to a pop massacre. We made chicks and bees in honor of spring.
My sister-in-law Jen stopped by and stayed for hours making pops with me. What a testament to cake pops: she is a hyperactive thing and I didn’t think she could handle the monotony of dipping and decorating. Oh, how wrong I was. She was sucked into the cake pop realm and only managed to escape after she’d graced each pop with wings or a beak. She left on a caffeinated sugar high (iced coffee slurping, frosting intake, & cake pop consumption will do that to you). I hope you fall asleep before 4am, Jen!
I just love these happy bees.
Shaping the bees got the wheels turning and I’m planning on another pop session next week. Oh Bakerella, your imagination makes my imagination jealous. But at least my imagination is attempting creativity. That oughtta count for something!