My daughter, Foghorn, is a sucker for an infomercial. In the past she's tried to talk me into The Potty Patch (for the dogs, not myself), Perfect Brownie, and The "Ove" Glove, just to name a few. If she'd been around during my childhood she'd no doubt have pestered for the Ronco Smokeless Ashtray and The Pocket Fisherman. Her latest request was for the Bake Pop pan set. I had never even heard of a Cake Pop until the party of a friend's son last year. They were tasty, but I'm always suspicious of infomercials, so instead I got a book from the library. I'm an admitted unenthusiastic cook and when I read the line about allowing an hour to roll four dozen cake balls, they lost me. I happened upon this $20
Today we purchased the required cake mix, Wilton Candy Melts, and nonstick cooking spray with flour (Wilton's Bake Easy), none of which are staples in my kitchen. Unfortunately I hadn't read the part where you're supposed to add a box of pudding mix to the batter, so we had to leave out that step and the taste of the cake might have been improved by its addition. Otherwise it's standard cake mix production, with the exception of adding an extra egg and using milk instead of water, cutting the amount in half.
|On goes the top, also sprayed. The directions said|
to spray the outside as a little of the batter might rise
through the holes during baking.
|A little batter might go through the holes?!?|
|The escaped cake was easily scraped off the top and I was|
left with a plate of scraps. Seems like there should be
something I could do with those little cake bowls.
|I have a lousy oven that never bakes anything evenly,|
so I was unimpressed, but not surprised, by the look
of the baked cakes.
|They were hardly perfect circles. They came out more egg-shaped,|
with a ridge around the middle from the overflowed cake batter,
making them look sort of like Saturn.
|The Saturn rings were easily pulled off. The reusable sticks were|
dipped in melted Candy Melts and then pushed in the bottom.
After 10 minutes in the fridge, the sticks were allegedly anchored
into the cake.
|We've never done anything with Candy Melts before, so|
Foghorn and I had to learn as we went along. No points
for technique for either of us.
|I don't care what my husband says, there is something decidedly|
obscene about the pink ones. I feel like I just came from a bris.
(They did, however, give me a great idea if I'm ever
invited to a bachelorette party -- Penis Pop, anyone?)
|We decided to try to jazz them up by decorating with a contrasting color.|
Foghorn used a spoon. I used my old standby of a plastic baggie with
the corner cut off, making a decent frosting bag.
|Yeah, okay, Martha Stewart wouldn't be impressed, but for|
our first efforts I didn't think we did so bad.
So, was the Bake Pop pan worth it? Not sure. I think the pans definitely made the process slightly easier, as it skipped the rolling and mixing of the actual cake. The candy dipping was still time-consuming, though. And I'm not sure about the taste of the cake. My friend's cake inside was moist and flavorful. Mine tasted like...well...cake. Foghorn took a bite and said, "It needs a filling in the center." The pudding in the mix might have helped. I keep wondering if I could slip some white chocolate chips or something in the batter, to make up for the lack of frosting. I'll give the pan another shot, although in fairness I should probably try my hand at a regular batch of Cake Pops to compare the difference in effort.
There was a massive amount of clean up. I had drips of hardened Candy Melts all over my counter that had to be pried loose with the plastic scraper I use on my pizza stone. Foghorn leaned over the drying pops and got her hair in one, leaving hardened white on the tips of her locks. When I went to wash my hands in the bathroom I discovered hardened candy on my faucet, towel, and light switch. I cleaned up the remainder of the melted pink candy in the frosting bag by inhaling it out of the hole. Foghorn wrinkled her nose and said, "You look like you're sucking a wiener -- and I'm not gonna tell you if I mean a hot dog or the other kind." Yep, unfortunately the apple don't fall far from the tree.
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