Moms Do It All {Crappy Cake Ball Redemption}
Moms do it all.
We kiss boo-boos, annihilate monsters under the bed, clean poop off the walls and catch vomit in our hands. And sometimes we even suck up our pride, tighten our girdles and give cake balls another go.
Even if those cake balls looked like crap the first time around.
Nothing is more soul-crushing than devoting hours of precious time bringing your dream of cake ball confectionery bliss to fruition, only to have said dream come crashing down in a fiery explosion when your cake balls fall apart in a bowl full of hardened white chocolate. The baking and crumbling? Dipping and sprinkling? Praying to the almighty cake ball goddess, Bakerella; pleading for her to send her cake ball making powers down from confectionery heaven above? All of it, for naught.
All.of.it.
After last month’s cake ball disaster, I blamed it all on Bakerella I vowed to never make those stupid little suckers again. Cake balls were evil and I wanted nothing to do with them. I had every intention of keeping that promise until my daughter Maya requested them for her party. The mommy in me just couldn’t say no. I mean, look at this face:
Have I mentioned that moms do it all?
In an effort to bring happiness to my little girl’s world, I sucked up my pride, put my big girl panties on and dived head first into a cake ball making frenzy. I spent hours researching cake ball dipping techniques on the internet. I harassed my friends on Twitter, twisting their virtual arms until they divulged their secrets to cake ball making success. I even sent prayers up to Bakerella, cake ball goddess extraordinaire.
I stayed up until 2am baking, crumbling, rolling, chilling, dipping, sprinkling and lollipop-sticking over 100 doggone cake balls. I pulled out my vintage Fiesta pieces to create a beautiful display.
I even made a super-sized cake ball for the birthday girl.
Why?
Because she asked me to.
Because moms do it all.
And because I’m not going to let a crappy batch of cake balls kick my ass.
Tags: Cake Balls, Children, Humor, I Want to be Like Bakerella When I Grow Up, Motherhood
And yes, you need to give them a try but please don’t use regular chocolate chips. You need to purchase candy melts or almond bark. Oh and after you make them, you must invite me over for some. 
It sure doesn’t look that bad to me! To me you are the “Cake Ball Diva”! I won’t even try to attempt, not even with those eyes looking at me… 
oh well…at least I dont have to worry about losing power again this week 
I love your cake balls even more on the fiesta-ware!!! Damn it, I think I need to give these a go! I mean, they’re the new cupcake right?
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