Cake Pops, Round 2
It’s Round Two of battle Rachel vs. Cake Pops. (Here’s Round 1.)
I think I lost.
BUT! I will not lose when I make these for my daughter’s birthday. I’m determined. It may lead me to a nervous breakdown, but she’s worth it. (I’m kidding about the nervous breakdown…kind of.)
My little balls of cake did not want to stay on their sticks. They said, “Wow, these candy melts are sweet and comfy, I think I’ll stay in this bowl!” I got some helpful feedback when I asked for help on Twitter, but it was too late to remove some of the frosting from the cake/frosting mix. Unfortunately I do not have magical powers. So I improvised and did my best with the situation at hand.
Here’s a tutorial of what to do when things do, or do not, go exactly as planned:
Hooray! Success = Happy dance!
(Sidenote: I didn’t really like the candy melts with the pastel sprinkles/confetti already in them. I didn’t like the bumpy texture you end up with. Might be better for a molded candy. In my own opinion.)
This is what you do when a cake ball begins to fall of the stick:
Juuuuuuust kidding. This is what I did: Turned them upside down. Cake pops with a flat bottom. They stay put once the candy melts harden.
This is what you do when a cake ball refuses to stay on the stick no matter what:
Cake balls! Still very delicious! And definitely not terrible looking.
This is what you do when you get fed up and tired of dipping, or when your child wakes up from his/her nap (whichever comes first):
Naked cake balls! Hubs loves to eat them this way anyways, so we all win in this scenario. Not especially the prettiest dessert for company though.
In addition to the cake balls falling off of the sticks, other new problems which have arisen:
They like to ooze. I know they were coated completely, but I guess I’m wrong. What gives?
A bunch cracked (balls and pops). Were they too cold when I dipped them?
So, my fingers are crossed because the next time I make these it will be for my beautiful daughter’s first birthday. I’m making some cupcakes too. She also obviously gets her own special cake.
And you know what? I’m going to take a deep breath and not worry about it…because she won’t care. I have a beautiful healthy daughter that brings joy to my life every day.
Does anything else even matter?
And now I’m about to cry. Holy cow I’m going to be a hot mess on her birthday.