The meatballs were delicious.
A crowd-pleaser at my dinner table. Find the recipe here.
The Pioneer Woman has some great stuff going on over there.
The Pioneer Woman has some great stuff going on over there.
The cakeballs were...
a Layne pleaser! and an Abbey, Landen, and the co-op kids pleaser!
I was not in love with these little puppies.
These never looked like a good idea to me. Not even when everyone was making them. Not even when everyone was having kitchen parties with their friends to make them. Not even when they were the centerpiece at every kid's birthday party.
But yesterday, I up and decided to make the cakeballs. The cuteness got to me.
At 10pm last night, I was rethinking my decision. I had mudballs on my hands. Not cakeballs. I followed the recipe perfectly. Straight from Bakerella. 9x13 baked chocolate cake + one cream cheese icing = mudballs. I knew better. My baking friends knew better. Just a few hours earlier I sat at the beach with my family and friends and heard the disastrous results from letting the cuteness get to them.
Of course, these were meant to go in a birthday box for my friend K's birthday, the next day. So, cakeballs out, macaroons right into the oven. I almost tossed the mudball batter into the garbage, then I just couldn't stand to be defeated, so into the fridge it went.
I'm good with all of this aggravation if the end result is the best thing I have ever tasted. I bit into the hard chocolate shell and tasted mudball. Alright, not mud, if I even knew what mud tasted like! More of a mushy, chocolatey, mush.
But Layne here, couldn't keep her hands off them.
Neither could my other kids. Or the borrowed kids.
I was not in love with these little puppies.
These never looked like a good idea to me. Not even when everyone was making them. Not even when everyone was having kitchen parties with their friends to make them. Not even when they were the centerpiece at every kid's birthday party.
But yesterday, I up and decided to make the cakeballs. The cuteness got to me.
At 10pm last night, I was rethinking my decision. I had mudballs on my hands. Not cakeballs. I followed the recipe perfectly. Straight from Bakerella. 9x13 baked chocolate cake + one cream cheese icing = mudballs. I knew better. My baking friends knew better. Just a few hours earlier I sat at the beach with my family and friends and heard the disastrous results from letting the cuteness get to them.
Of course, these were meant to go in a birthday box for my friend K's birthday, the next day. So, cakeballs out, macaroons right into the oven. I almost tossed the mudball batter into the garbage, then I just couldn't stand to be defeated, so into the fridge it went.
This morning, with my friend K's birthday treat wrapped and delivered, and being stranded home with a few extra kids to watch, I dragged out the mudball bowl. I am a determined lady in the kitchen...ha! I rolled the mudballs. Put them in the freezer. Melted chocolate bark. Melted white bark. Dipped. Sprinkled. Done. But, not before making a ginormous mess of my kitchen.
Neither could my other kids. Or the borrowed kids.
They are kind of cute, aren't they?
From my non-professional opinion, don't let the cuteness get to you. Go dip a strawberry in chocolate. Bake a cupcake. Put cute frosting and sprinkles on top. Then eat and enjoy. And enjoy all the work you saved yourself.
Oh...the great balls of fire were avoided. Miraculously. The carpet cleaners arrived while I was browning meatballs on the stove. I think the phone was ringing, the kids fighting, and the baby crying all at the same time. Really. Luckily, the cakeballs were finished or they would have really made it into the garbage this time. I left the stove. And the hot, greasy, meatball skillet on the stove. My house is still standing. Miraculous. I told you.
Ok .. I've already crossed them off my baking list!!! Ha !
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