It doesn’t take much to make me feel bad and it takes little to force to me to make cakepops, so these were sent out early last week. Cupcake bites. For cute. I sent them in an egg carton for shipping protection and added cute factors. I told Connor he had to share with the rest of his family. Share, he did, but not before eating seven of them himself. That’s a lot of cakepop. [Photos courtesy of my iPhone – an app with fun photo edits.]
Today was the day the creating happened. Well over two hundred cakepops – baked on Thursday, rolled on Friday, and dipped today. Phew. A crew of seven of us melted, dipped, sprinkled and wrapped. I now have five galloon-sized ziploc bags of cakepops in my freezer, waiting for the night of the 23rd. I don’t want to see another cakepop until then.
there's no place like gnome. 
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