The wonderful Susan from The Book Chook left me a lovely message after my last post, which reminded me that it was a bit of a dog's breakfast (my words, not Susans!). You see, I wrote that post late at night as a distraction to my upcoming 'scary' birthday, which as of now is all behind me, and from this point forward, I shall remain 38 years of age. Anywhoo, I dumped a lot of photos into blogger, spent some time trying to wrangle them with text, then gave it the flick as it all became too hard.
The cake pops- for BabyG's birthday I blitzed oreo cookies with cream cheese, rolled it into balls, put them on baking paper covered trays in the fridge for 20 minutes. I melted chocolate, dipped sticks into it, then dipped each stick into each ball. Back to the fridge for 10 minutes. Then I dipped each stick in chocolate, then held them aloft whilst trying frantically to find something to stick them into so they didn't crash into each other. It was a huge PIA which I didn't need on the eve of a party!
As per my ramble yesterday, the below is what I went with for the Little Miss:
On either side of the cake above are my ridiculously easy version of cake pops which I found via google on a blog (I think) called slow cooked italian? Basically, marshmallows and sticks, dip sticks in melted chocolate, stick sticks into marshmallows, give them 5 minutes to set, dip marshmallow into the chocolate then submerge in a bowl of sprinkles or hundreds of thousands. I think the marshmallows in the states may have flatter bottoms as the ones on the blog stood up on their bases and looked really gorgeous- mine wouldn't do that, they kept toppling over, but I kind of like the flower arrangement style they adopted here. Best thing- the chocolate encases the marshmallow, so they would be good to go for over two weeks in an airtight container. Perfect for school/kinder celebrations where one is expected to provide a cupcake/nutfree/eggfree/dairyfree treat for each child. And here's where I insert a confession:
The Little Miss had her actual birthday on the Wednesday following her party, and her dad was on kinder duty. Tuesday night I went to the supermarket to stock up on actual food as opposed to the sugary party crap we had been subsiding on. I had on my list more baking supplies for the obligatory kinder cupcakes, and the thought of facing my mixer yet again made me want to weep. I went past the bakery aisle, and there were 20 mini multicoloured cupcakes for less than $10. I did a sneaky peek over my shoulder, then shoved them in my trolley under the wholegrain bread. Oh the guilt, it's eating me alive, but I feel so much better now having shared this dirty little secret with you...