For cake mix. Cake mix is so humble. Just a few additions and you feel like a Betty Crocker Martha Stewart Donna Reed goddess…and yes of course you can lick the spoon. And never mind the business with raw eggs being dangerous. The additives in the cake mix negate any cooties raw eggs might give you. Science people!
The Friday evening cocktail helps too.
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.)