Pride goeth before a fall? Yes. Good grief. I fell. Not literally, thankfully. In the kitchen I figuratively fell in quite a big way. I recently learned about the amazing cake pops that Bakerella makes. Amazing! Have you seen them? See them here. True baking genius. I so desired to be that fabulous that I thought "I can do that" and I set about fantasizing that I would make these lovely morsels for everyone I know and that soon I would be getting calls from Bakerella herself asking if we could be best friends. It was a short-lived fantasy. I baked up a cake. Burned it around the edges. Oops. Made some frosting. It was gross. I'm still not sure why. Mixed the burned cake and gross frosting together in the wrong proportions and ended up with these. Cake turds. Oh sigh. I hate when things go horribly wrong. I made a second attempt two days later and this time the cake and frosting were much more edible, downright tasty even, but then I remembered that I absolutely stink at dipping things in chocolate. I can't even bring myself to show you the results. I haven't decided yet if I'm calling this a permanent defeat and accepting that I'm no good at chocolate dipping or if I will persevere. Right now I'm going to just sit on the couch and nurse my wounded pride with a cup of hot tea. I hope you are having a nice warm drink right now too.
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