Today, I had a thought. A thought that I could bake. HAHA! Yeah right! This is why I am not a baker, but a cook.
It takes a special skill, that lies in your brain, to control this, so-called “baking” skill. One that I do not have. I do not have the patience, nor the calm baking brain. It’s not relaxing, like cooking is. Baking is an art, as well as cooking, but this baking art is not compatible with my brain.
I could stop right there, because, I know there’s some of you that feel the same way, and you are probably laughing at this, especially when you see my pictures, of the failed attempt at cake pops.
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So, patience completely gone, I hurried up and did the best I could, on the rest of the cake pops. Now the chocolaty cakey balls are in the freezer, waiting to be devoured, by little hungry rug rats.
My cake pops, may not look very pretty, but I know in the end, that my beautiful and thankful children, will eat every last one of them, in one sitting – if I let them.
Tell me, are you a cook or a baker? Any funny stories you might tell? Let me know in the comment section!
I think they still look good enough to eat!! 😬😬
They were good enough to eat 😀