We headed to a fun birthday party last weekend and I offered to make cake pops. It was a rock-n-roll theme and I had grand plans to figure out a way to make guitar shaped pops. Unfortunately, some sniffles and other small ailments that go with the current territory put an end to such lofty ambitions. So I defaulted to our tried and true design of sprinkles and the celebratory birthday number.
I am getting pretty good at these, so much so that it was no problem to put them together a few hours before heading out the door. Actually, the real reason the process went so quickly is that my mother-in-law brought me a lil dipper 1.5 quart crockpot when she last visited. It's awesome! It keeps the dipping chocolate melted and at the perfect temperature. This means no more running back and forth to the microwave to zap and coax the coating into something workable.
The mom of the birthday boy sent the leftover pops home with us--claiming her family's sugar quota for the week was the remaining half sheet of birthday cake. I put up a show of resistance. But really, who am I kidding? The boys were thrilled, as was I. Whenever there are cake pops in the house, I have one for breakfast with my coffee every morning* until they are gone. And yes, I hide in the pantry to do it. I have one left. It's out of reach for the under-seven set, way in the back of the fridge, on the top shelf. I must admit that I feel a little guilty and selfish about my strategic storage. But it's nothing a cake pop won't fix. I hope you have something sweet in store for you this weekend, too--Happy Friday!
*And in other news that may or may not be related to this (as well as a recent delivery of many, many boxes of Girl Scout cookies)--I finally started training for the Marine Corps Half marathon.