cake pops

My hand made cake pops are never round enough. If only there were a machine that could make them for me! No more frosting palms!

Lions, you are so brave to face your imminent demise with a smile on your face.

Is it possible to make a cake pop taste a little minty without it tasting like toothpaste? That's what I want from these wintry little guys.

You have that one friend who is a little bit crazy and likes high-heeled slippers and showing off her cleavage and doing tequila shots first thing at the bar. She's getting married, you're in charge of shower snacks. These are perfect!

You've worked hard, you've slept through important lessons, you've stumbled into class hungover, you've pulled all-nighters. It's time you enjoyed a little cake!

Just think of all the possibilities with an arrangement like this. Those cake pops could be birds, babies, puppies, balloons... I'm inspired!

I've rarely seen a bird with such a fancy hat but I'm more than happy to snack on her head.

There's something pretty satisfying about putting something's entire head in your mouth, be it a cat, your little brother, Hello Kitty. Just nom away knowing that you have conquered the kitty.

If I had made these sweet little bee pops I would have included a healthy pinch of spicy pepper for a little sting. Don't want to deny the bees their birthright!

Cookies are super yummy, especially if you've got some milk to go with them. Now imagine that the glass of milk is really a ball of cake covered in fondant. Is your mouth watering yet? I'll wait while you find something with which to mop the drool from your keyboard.

Honestly, who hasn't wanted to bite the head off a noisy baby now and again?

How is everyone doing out there? No heat stroke, I hope? Got a bowl of ice water in front of your fan and some strawberries to munch on? Good. I don't want anyone to be too overwhelmed and pass out when they see these cake pops because they are AMAZING! They nearly took my breath away and it's cool enough to wear a cardigan here.

A perfect reward for hitting the books.

I suppose if they fail to stack neatly we can just eat the extras and chalk the failure up to experience.

Putting gold on your food is only for super fancy people. Like me. I've got on my nicest sweat pants and I'm drinking cheap tea out of my college mug. Bring me all the gold food!

I've got summer fever! Let's go lay on towels and try not to get sand in our food and shoo bees away from our soda cans!