Thursday, March 31, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
|Blue pops, Purple Pops. Experimenting is half the fun!|
- One can of icing, plus one box of cake = about 45 cake pops. SERIOUSLY. I hope you have mouths ready to help you, I didn't. Thank god for starving male co-workers and a breakroom where you can dump mistakes and left overs.
- Crumble the cake, A LOT, don’t leave ANY chunks once it’s crumbled, this helps in getting your pops ROUND.
- For a whole box of super moist cake, you only need ¾ a can of icing. Seriously don’t over do the icing at all. Go light.
- Just mix the crumbled cake and icing with your hands, a wooden spoon doesn’t do shit.
- Let the cake cool – ALL THE WAY. If you are impatient, pull out the cake and go shopping. Distract yourself.
- Do put the pre-dipped cake pops with sticks in them in the freezer for a little while before dipping.
You will need wax paper to put them on so they don't stick.
You will need to buy several styrofoam or florist blocks to stand the pops in once you've dipped them and they need to dry.
- Don’t twist the cake pop on the stick in the dipping – it will come off. Everyone is serious when they tell you this.
- Use a coffee cup to dip into, it is so much easier and definitely deep enough to dip the cake pop into. (That’s what she said)
- Don’t use food coloring to mess with the color of the candy dip, just use the pre-colored candy melts from Michaels. Soooo much easier. $2.99 a bag
- If the ball of cake you rolled looks too big, it probably is. Make it MAX two bites worth. One bite is best.
- Use flower arrangement green foam blocks, not Styrofoam, it’s much cheaper, but wrap it in wax paper, so you don’t get all the green shit all over the place.
- Keep away from dogs, small children and husbands. Your cake pop count will dramatically drop from what you originally made.
Patience is needed AGAIN after you've dipped the pops and you have to sit there and gently knock off all the extra dip. sigh.
- Decorating the pops is the hardest, you have to do while the dip is still wet.
- Go crazy with the toppings, I put white chocolate over chocolate cake and dipped it in MILO! YUM!
- I also dipped strawberries in my purple creation for Bailey.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
I'm sitting here, in my office, at work. Not working, but blogging, and listening to the most authentic Irish music I can find, at full volume, so everyone else can, and MUST enjoy with me. I use Grooveshark.com - just search for the music you want, create a playlist and skip, add, re-start etc.. it's wonderful and FREE. It has greatly improved my daily work routine.
Today, I sit, feet performing a jig under my desk, ridiculous green felt hat, large obnoxious shamrock necklace, stretched out green t-shirt over my burgeoning baby belly awaiting the festivites of a gathering at a local Irish pub. I've roped fellow co-workers into wearing green items purchased at the dollar store, and as I sit here and abuse my power, sending texts to employees yet to show up to work "show up today under fear of pinching and/or death if you do not wear green.." It's this level of abuse of my power as a department head and particularly on days like today, that I thoroughly enjoy.
|Me, in my ridiculous Irish green, get up. Yes, that's my messy office.|
|The gracious Jared Hamm, works in marketing and thus, therefore, today, must participate in my Irish madness.|
I'll stop off at lunch and find some shamrock cookies or green goodies to share and then rock on over to a pub, where I will remain to be sober, but that is a mere tiny obstacle in my path of debauchery destruction today as I plan to rampage and get rowdy, nonetheless. Though I will likely spend today a lot less rowdy, as I described, but I can't help but get hyped up, regardless...
Not pregnant, lunch would surely include a green beer, Irish car bomb perhaps? Maybe find myself a shepherds pie and try to figure out how I could stand to drink a lot more and return to work faking my sobriety. I look back on St Patrick's Days before, with a large smile. I'm almost sure my parents sacrificed every single St Patrick's Day the moment I took up Irish Dancing. St Patrick's Day and St Patrick's WEEK was spent shuffling me from Irish Pub to Irish Pub, local performance to public parades. I'm sure at the time it was a schlep, but I cannot imagine a St Patrick's Day in my child/teenhood years that wasn't spent half arsing a half day at school, curling my hair and packing my dancing dress and shoes ready to hit multiple venues all afternoon and evening and the following and previous weekend. 16 years of age and I remember dancing at the rowdiest, loudest pub, cigarette smoke, spilling beers, every woman man and non Irish person having the time of their life as we high kicked and "over two three-ed" around the 2 feet of space amongst the crowd. We were always a hit. We got applause, cheers, hugs, high fives, being an Irish Dancer on St Patrick's day, I was a star.
|My son, is such a good sport. And under there somewhere...|