Cake popping mama
Cake popping started last night.
Jaime is always there to lend a hand.
I am always excited but get a bit tired towards mid project. When I get to this point I don’t care if I ever see another cake pop again. My counter was coated in candy melts and there were sprinkles on every surface! Why is everything so haaaaard?
But! The glory of a tray of these darling little cake pops all finished up and waiting to be eaten…it actually makes me flutter a bit. Almost like the meeting the baby after the exhaustion of labor? Yes I just compared birthing to cake pop making. I take a lot of pride in these little ones (cake pops or children? You guess.)