Sunday night after the disaster with the pumpkin cake pops, I sulked and rolled around in my PJs all night eating cake crumbles and licking the inside of the icing tub.
By Monday, I was ready to put on my fighting face again and battle the gooey balls (chuckle, chuckle, chuckle) of chocolate goodness.
My fighting face.
My cake balls had been in the freezer since Sunday night (chuckle, chuckle, chuckle), so on Monday evening after I got home from work, they were good and frozen. Really frozen. So frozen your tongue might stick to them if you licked them.
Or so I’ve been told…
Since the balls ready to go (chuckle, chuckle, chuckle), I started melting a fresh batch of orange chocolate.
With my chocolate and my balls ready (chuckle, chuckle, chuckle), I set up my work station. For the second time.
I started with an assembly line. The chocolate on the stove, then the frozen balls (chuckle, chuckle, chuckle), and then the styrofoam block to stick the cake pops in to dry.
Now, I was really ready. Like for real.
And you know what?
IT. STILL. SUCKED.
The problem – even with frozen balls (chuckle, chuckle, chuckle) – is that the cake batter crumbled into the chocolate because of the heat. As punishment, any balls that crumbled (chuckle, chuckle, chuckle) were sacrificed to the Redheaded Goddess of the Kitchen.
Psst…That would be me.
By the time I was finished, I only had half of the pumpkin pops left.
Why, Katie. Why are some of those pumpkin pops upside down?
Well, I’ll tell you. Those little suckers slid down their lollipop sticks for some reason. I think it was the heat again. I always blame the heat. Which is probably why I should stay out of the kitchen. (chuckle, chuckle, chuckle – wait, did you say balls?)
Chris called dibs on the pumpkin pops that slid down their sticks. He always eats my messy baked goods.
Well, not always. Sometimes he says he’s eating them, but really he’s feeding them to the dogs. The dogs always eat my messy baked goods.
Well, not always.
Anyway, I took the rest of the chocolate covered balls (chuckle, chuckle, chuckle) and figured the situation wasn’t anything that some cute packaging couldn’t fix. Remember when I told you that I like to box up baked goods and give them away even when I know they don’t taste good? Yeah. I’m still doing that.
So I boxed them up real pretty like in Halloween Chinese take out boxes. Why Chinese take out boxes?
But just as I was moving the box to the other counter, I dropped it. On the floor. And all the balls were smashed. (chuckle, chuckle, chuckle)
At this point, it was getting late and I was getting cranky. So I decided to take what was left of my chocolate balls (chuckle, chuckle, chuckle) and wrap them individually and take them to work for my co-workers. Cause everybody knows co-workers will eat anything. They’re like a bunch of laborador retriever puppies. With paper clips. And staplers.
All things considered, it wasn’t such a bad experience.
Eh, who am I kidding? It was pretty awful. But I’ve learned my lesson:
Step One: Make slice and bake cookies without burning them.
Step Twp: Pumpkin Pops.
For now, I’ll keep working on Step One.
Balls. (chuckle, chuckle, chuckle)