My Addiction. . .

I have an addiction. I admit it. (Okay, let’s be honest. I have a couple of addictions.) My newest addiction though is a bit dangerous. I am addicted to cake pops. Eating them. Making them. Eating them. They are great!

It started in December when “E” introduced me to the wonders of cake pops at the Special Education Christmas Party. She made the adorable Santa hat ones and told me about the wonders of Bakerella and her book. I was hooked after the first bite of the awesome cake and sugary goodness. They are one word. Amazing. (As Luc says, “It’s cake on a stick. How can you not love it?") 

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So after being introduced, I realized my acquaintance with cake pops needed to develop. I went out and bought the book the next day and life has not been the same since.  

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Right away I went to work learning how to make cake pops. What better time to make them? When you need to bring something to the family Christmas gathering. I was intimidated by the Santa hats, I mean two colors and glitter-like stuff, it sounded and looked complicated. So I thought I would go a little more basic. Reindeer. 

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I couldn't stop. There have been basic cake pops.

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Cupcake pops.

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Finally, today, there has been one more type. . .

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I LOVE making cake pops! It also helps that I have a fan base. Luc is my biggest fan and probably consumer of my cake pops. Our niece "L" is also a big fan. She's 20 months and is cute when she asks for "more cake please."

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