In early September, my sister-in-law and her boyfriend of three years got engaged. They held an engagement party over this past weekend, and I volunteered to bake vegan cupcakes for the event (more on those in a future post). But I knew I wanted to do something else, something personal and special…cake pops.
But not just any cake pops, Mr. Met cake pops. Megan and Michael have an intense love affair with the Mets. Their spare bedroom/office is decorated with enough Mets memorabilia that it rivals the gift shops at Citifield. Mr. Met even made a special guest appearance at Michael’s 30th birthday party earlier this year.
Look at his perfectly round head… So well suited for a cake pop.
A cake pop, for those uniformed among you, is a ball of cake and frosting dipped in candy coating. Oh, and it’s on a stick. For a tutorial and photos that will make your jaw drop, visit Bakerella, the endlessly talented lady who has elevated the ball of cake and frosting to an art form.
So I set out to create Mr. Met cake pops. I did a little testing in the weeks leading up to the engagement party. I made pumpkin cake pops and cat cake pops, neither of which was documented. There was much swearing and gnashing of teeth in the pursuit of the perfect pop. By last Wednesday, I was ready to go.
Forming the cake balls was the easy part. I mixed white cake with vanilla frosting and put the balls in the freezer to chill. Meanwhile, I melted the white candy coating and gathered my white Tic Tacs (his nose, of course), and started dipping.
Everything actually went pretty smooth. Only two cake pops fell off the sticks, and only three pops ended up with light bulb heads.
Then the drawing began. I spent the better part of an hour drawing on the faces and then retired for the night. I came back the next night and added the stitches. Then I set to work on the hats, which I formed out of marzipan.
When they finally came together, they were pretty darn cute.
They made a lovely addition to the party.
The bride and groom with their cake pops.
And finally, all good (and cute) things must come to an end.