I came across this old post from my days as a baker-for-hire and my now-defunct business/website, EG Cakes. Not only did it remind me of how little my older two kids were, but it reminded me of that epic moment when I discovered cake pops.
If you follow my posts here at all, then you’ve heard me rant about cake pops plenty. But I don’t think I’ve ever shared the moment of my first attempt. Following is the original, unabridged, unedited post which was written circa September 2009.
So, I began writing this post last night and when I tried to get ‘fancy’ I ended up losing the whole kit and caboodle. Now I’m back for my second attempt at introducing you to my version of Cake Pops, a wonderful little bite-sized piece of cake heaven whose invention is credited to Bakerella, a very talented lady.
This past weekend I decided to try my hand at cake-balls-on-a-stick for our neighbourhood barbecue. I whipped up a couple of dozen (of course, with a few flops and taste-tests, ’cause let’s get real, I can’t very well send out a treat without having sampled it first, only about 18 made it out of the house.)
My son, Aidan, above, poses patiently before very gingerly delving into this sweet treat, unsure of whether to lick it to death or chomp it off. All four kids licked first, bit second. Definitely ‘kid-approved’.
Super cute, right? And they are equally as delightful to both children and adults as evidenced by the reaction of a group of businesswomen I was fortunate to be able to meet yesterday, each of whom went home with an individually-wrapped ‘Pop’. These are a fantastic option for birthday loot bags, classroom treats, promotional items (attach a business card and you’re good to go!), wedding or shower favours, or even festive centrepieces.
No matter the name, whether the originally-dubbed ‘cake pops’ or my variations: ‘lolli-cakes’ or ‘cake lollies’, these deliciously-dipped cake balls are as fun to look at as they are to eat. And addictive. I dare you to eat just one!
They DO rock. They really, really do.
For the record, I did not retain my fancy name variations of ‘cake lollies’ or ‘lolli-cakes’ because ‘cake pop’ always just sounded better.
Also, it’s clear from my first attempt that aesthetics were not a priority, but I assure you they tasted AMAZEBALLS. Ironically, the more I honed my cake-pop-making skills, the more my frustrations mounted as I encountered problems like cracking and leaking. They really are an exact science.
Hats off to you if you’ve had cake pop success. I, on the other hand, save my cake-popping prowess for only very special occasions now, like the odd birthday party or my annual Christmas blitz.