Seems to be that lately every single wedding has a DIY component. It's gotten to the point where you feel like you're doing something wrong if you don't sew/glue/tie/cut/bedazzle some aspect of decor/favors/invites/apparel. There's a dark seedy price that you have to pay for all that charm. Dude, this crap is HARD, and don't let Martha Stewart or the billions of crafters on Etsy tell you any different. Many are the brides who've had this realization while curled in the fetal position, glitter smeared on their faces, failed projects in disheveled disarray around them. Yes, even I, the DIY Editor have had these experiences. Wanna hear about one? Enter… The Cake Pops.
I'm sure you've seen them. I've been a fan of Bakerella from way back, you know, when she started in 2007 which is like 400 in online years & ADORE her. Her cake pops were adorable and SO easy! How hard could it be? [Insert Doom Song]
About 6 months pre wedding day
I sent my mom the website. We ooo'ed and aww'ed appropriately, bought all the supplies, and prepared for a day of bonding.
Here are the cake making supplies, in case you didn't realize what they looked like.
After we got into the actual process of making said cake bites, the picture taking stopped. First the bowl was too small. So we got a bigger bowl. Then the frosting was sticking everywhere EXCEPT the cake dust, so I had to use my hands, which isn't THAT big of a deal, but Bakerella did not tell me how totally adhesive this crap is. I don't know HOW, but it ended up on the ceiling, inside the drawers, inside my cleavage, and in my hair. But I persevered, I was domestic gumption personified, and eventually I had a thoroughly mixed bowl of quasi viscous cake goo. (Not to be confused with quasi vicious cake goo, although at this point they both would apply)
I dimly remembered something about "don't handle the cake too much or your body heat will blah blah," but the OCD in me must have perfectly round cake balls. No sooner did I victoriously set down a perfect sphere of moist delectable cake, then it'd crack in half. Sometimes they'd hold together for a whopping 10 seconds before they'd crumble from the stress of having another one placed next to it. They had become defiant little black sawdust balls of death.
Keep in mind that you're supposed to get forty-five to fifty cake balls out of this. Between the kamikaze cake splooge and the ones that weren't structurally sound. I got this many.
You can count them if you want. There's thirty-eight. "That's not too bad" you might be thinking, but about six of them decided they couldn't handle life on the inside, and promptly disintegrated in the freezer.
Ignorant of this, I had moved on to the candy melts. The orange candy melts are day glo radioactive orange, not the rustic pumpkin inspired thing I was going for, I figured, "Hey, add some brown, get a nice earth toned orange." Right?
No. It goes more like this: Put mostly orange and a little brown. Get radioactive orange. Add more brown. Get slightly less radioactive orange. Add half bag of brown, realize the bowl is too small, transfer melted chocolate and gooey partially melted chocolate to bigger bowl. Have light brown chocolate. Commence minor freak out. Add more orange. Wonder why clear liquid seems to be leaking out the top. Wish you paid attention in Chemistry. Wonder if this has anything to do with Chemistry. Notice bag says "Don't melt too much or candy melts will separate". Attempt to throw out melted chocolate. Burn self and spill chocolate, making sure to cover all areas not already encrusted with dried cake splooge. Sit on floor (in puddle of chocolate) and cry.
Try to fill useless candy bottle with brown chocolate by use of careful pouring. Make huge mess. Scrape spilled chocolate back into bowl because your stupid parents live in the middle of nowhere and you have no more candy melts. Fill bottle ½ inch. Use bottle to fill 1 ½ candy molds before bottle becomes blocked. Throw bottle away in fit of rage. Throw other innocent unused bottle away before it has the opportunity to insult you. Use spoons to fill rest of candy molds, making sure to drip everywhere so mold resembles solid mass of chocolate.
By the time the cake balls came out of the freezer, I had gotten to the numbness point. The last stage before drooling, cackling wildly, running up and down the street naked, then being driven away in a soft comfy van driven by large friendly men who would give me a pretty jacket.
The final stage was the candy molds I had gotten were way too shallow. If I possessed a dipping spoon things might have been different, but I didn't, so there was a lot of fingers being dipped in chocolate, half assembled cake bites being dropped in chocolate, and hardened chocolate bases melting from being held too tightly. We only had twenty-four survivors, and they weren't pretty.
In a last ditch effort to save them, I dipped a spoon in chocolate and flung half hearted decorative swirls all over the countertop, incidentally hitting a few of the cake bites.
End result? Epic DIY fail.
One day I might attempt them again, but even if I don't, I'm still awesome, and my wedding was awesome. So even if your 1,000 origami cranes look like a pile of sweaty colorful spit wads, or your felt bouquet resembles the home ec project of a well intentioned color blind ungulate, YOU ARE STILL FUCKING AWESOME.