My terrible little creations that had me bawling my eyes out.
I am about to recount my baking disaster while preparing a post. Please don’t judge my baking skills.
About a week ago I woke up excited. I was about to prepare a sponsored post, and one of my favorite ones by far. I had my idea in mind, and I rushed to the grocery store with big aspirations and dreams. I was going to make cake pops that looked like Olaf the Snowman from FROZEN the Disney movie.
After spending a load on baking supplies, I got home to start my baking adventure. I even wore an apron for the first time. (I own three, and decided it was about time to put one to use). I had my camera ready to go. There I was, taking step by step pictures of my cake pop creations. They looked and tasted good so far. My husband was in and out of the kitchen, trying to stay out of my way. He would ask if I need help every so often, and I would defensively say, “NO!”.
I was feeling pretty confident. I had all my pretty cake pops sticking upright in styrofoam on my kitchen counter. They tasted great and looked pretty good. Then the moment came. Time to make them look like Olaf. Excited, I went to work. My first one looked like a snowman serial killer. I shrugged it off, made some changes, and made the second. He looked even worse, like Burt from Sesame Street put into snowman form, with huge eyebrows and a funky nose. I started freaking out. That is when I ran downstairs to ask my husband for help like a dog with my tail tucked between my legs. I showed him my monsters, and he couldn’t help but laugh and explain that they were the ugliest snowmen he had ever seen!
I stood there, defeated. He looked at me and a wave of compassion came over him as he explained the head size isn’t right. There was nothing I could do to salvage my cake pops. I ran upstairs and just stood in the kitchen, looking at the snowmen I had made so far. Then it happened. I broke. I just totally broke down in tears, sobbing, over my disgusting and ugly-serial-killer snowmen. I had such high hopes to make these adorable Olaf’s. Instead I made the ugliest cake pops ever!
My husband tried to console me. He told me they tasted great! He then asked me a question- “Have you ever made cake pops before?”. “No”, I answered. “Well then why did you expect to master such a hard project the first time?”.
Gawsh. I hate when he is right. What the heck was I thinking? I am not a cake baketress! Here I was attempting a rather advanced project the first time.
I think all of us bloggers put too much pressure on ourselves to make things beautiful. We are expected to showcase the beautiful in life. Lovely photos of perfectly looking food, shots of us with our children, and clothing put together perfectly. Our ugly mess-ups hardly get the glory.
Well, I decided to tell you all today I fail all the time. I make ugly dinners and burn chicken more than I would like to admit. I have worn my shirst inside out in public.
So, today I would like to celebrate our mistakes and all those “cry in the kitchen over a burnt cake” moments. We all experience them, and they are worth a great laugh.
You know what? After I cried over my disaster for a while on the couch, I started laughing. Then I laughed hystarically. Did I really just sob over ugly serial killer snowmen? You bet. I am such a weirdo. My husband and I got a good kick out of it, then marched over to the kitchen and ate the crap out of those ugly cake pops. I stuffed a whole one in my mouth, and with mascara running down my face, at that son of a snowman like nobodies business.
Hey you. Today laugh at your mistakes. Don’t be a stress ball like me. Look at your tiny mistake for what it is, laugh, eat it if you can, and move on. Oh, and try and post a picture of it on your blog too so I feel better about myself!