My friend D’s bridal shower and bachelorette was this weekend. We celebrated her happiness and how exciting it is for her to be getting married next month.
I first met D through my friend Mon a couple of years back. We had both heard a lot about one another, and hit it off right away. I think it’s our love of the color pink, cupcakes and sugar.
It’s definitely not our love of cake pops.
I love making them. They’re cute. Fun. And easy to get your friends to help out with.
Her opinion? Well. It’s not so favorable.
She may or may not have attempted making them once. 4 trips to the grocery store and $100 later, not to mention an irritated boyfriend who suggested she just go buy some at a bakery after the first few trips? I believe they were a success. But at that point, it was more the principle of just conquering the Paula Deen recipe.
I believe it was a “melting of the chocolate” issue.
She now hates cake pops. And Paula Deen. And me every time I give her a hard time or feature them on the blog (hey girl, heeeeeeyyyy!).
Copious amounts of cake pops!
Other things there were copious amounts of?
Tiramisu. Cupcakes. Candied almonds. Sheet cake. Hershey’s kisses.
The bachelorette may have been a low-key dinner out, followed up by drinks at a chill bar afterwards. But I still had a heck of a hangover the next day.
From sugar. Nothing else.
For a girl with an extremely high sugar tolerance, this is saying something.
But wanna know why I love D so much?
The first thing she did when getting up yesterday morning was go to the mini refrigerator in the hotel and exclaim, “cake pops for breakfast!”.
It’s like we were meant to be.
And it sounds like her hatred towards cake pops has subsided a bit.
Every Sunday morning should start with cake pops in bed.
And, in turn, this means every Monday should be full of salad, salad, salad, and maybe more salad.
It’s all about the balance, kids. Am I right?