The recipe is here, if you'd like to give it a try. I asked our Facebook followers to suggest some desserts and I'd pick one and give it a go. I went with Funfetti Whoopie Pies and even though they weren't pretty, they were a hit.
Here's how it all went down.
I got all the ingredients I needed at the grocery store and set them out on the counter ready to begin. I then noticed I forget two key ingredients (sugar and parchment paper) and sent my husband to the store to get them.
I mixed up the ingredients for the whoopie pie cookies added a shit load of sprinkles and rolled those little guys up and sent them in the oven to bake for 8 minutes. That's all.
When the timer went off I opened the oven and leaned in without letting some of the heat escape first and singed my eyebrows, again.
While those little cookies cooled I made the icing for the middle and it had two whole sticks of butter in it. That seemed a little excessive but I forgot about it as I added the four and half cups of sugar. Once the icing was done I put it in a large freezer bag and cut a whole in one corner to make it easier to add the filling to the cookies because that's what the lady on the nice baking website said to do.
Below is what they were supposed to look like. What is with these food bloggers and their top-notch photography skills? I am going to have to get better at this. Click on either of the photos below for a proper recipe to make these yummy treats.
Again, if you want a real baker to tell you how to do this right you're going to need to click here. Otherwise, this is how I did it.
Buy some of those white chocolate discs from the Bulk Barn. Buy about half of what you think you need.
Buy oreos. Obviously.
Buy some of those little icing coloring jars (also at Bulk Barn). They are about $2.50 per colour. I bought pink, purple and blue.
Melt the chocolate in 30 second increments in your microwave.
Use a toothpick to dip into the colouring and then swirl the toothpick into the chocolate.
Dip oreos and set on your plate. Done! How easy is that.
I'll be trying this later today. It really doesn't get easier than pouring sugar and maple syrup on warm cheese, but let's just see where I take it.
Before I start, I have a few questions. I guess I'll ask google or my mom, but here they are:
Do i have to remove that weird paper thing that holds the Brie in a circle? Not the wrapper guys, I am not that stunned. You know the paper-feeling thing that might even be made of cheese?
Also, can I bake it on a cookie sheet and then transfer it to a fancy dish (a plate from my cupboard)?
Alright, I am going to get started. I'll be back with pictures and a rating for this recipe.
To be continued.
First of all, this Baked Brie shit takes about twenty minutes to bake so you have to bring the ingredients and make it at the party, so I might save this one for when I am hosting myself. Secondly, there is something called a Brie Baker and our host had one, so that was lucky. Or maybe you all have one, and it's a staple for most kitchens. I don't know.
First thing we did (because yes I asked anyone who happened to be standing in the kitchen to help me make this dish) was argue about whether the weird paper coating needed to be peeled off the brie before I put it in the oven. Guess what? Turns out that shit is just a casing for the cheese and you actually eat it. It's also cheese. Weird, but moving on.
Next we attempted to fit cheese in the brie baker. It didn't want to fit, but with some help we got it in there and threw it on a cookie sheet and into the oven at 325 degrees for twenty minutes.
While the brie was cooking I added a few tablespoons of maple syrup (the real stuff because standards), a few tablespoons of brown sugar, a half teaspoon of cinnamon and a half cup of chopped pecans into a small saucepan and cooked it on low. Once it was looking bubbly I realized I should have probably waited to add the pecans but remember if you want to make this the right way, you'll have to go to a good website like this.
Then I poured all that sugary goodness on the brie (after I took it out of the oven and trust me this is key) and served it with a fresh-ish baguette. It was really fucking hot too, so I carried it down to the bonfire on the cookie sheet with oven mits and those party-goers ate it right up.
I still feel a little guilty about the how much of a mess that must of been to clean-up.
I don't know. I kinda like mine better.
If you try it let us know. We'd love to see your photos.
Below, the three and half cake pops that "turned out" and next to those gems, the photo of what they were supposed to look like. WTF cake pops? Why are you trying to make me feel bad? I consider myself a pretty sophisticated thinker and yet these small balls of cake and candy seem to have mystified me. This is bullshit and I don't like it one bit. I documented our progress as a warning...a cautionary tale, if you will. Don't promise your kids you'll make cake pops with them. Just spend that small fortune on wine (for you, obviously) and candy (also for you) and send those kids outside to play.
This was after I cleaned up most of our mess. The girls were well-behaved and patient, even when I growled at the instructions multiple times. Possibly, they were a little afraid because this little activity was going to be more work than it was worth, and it was written all over my face.
I think the moment I knew that these cake pops were just little sugary assholes sent to ruin my day, was when I tried desperately to mold some cake into one of the little plastic molds that came with the kit. The kids tried equally hard, and produced, what looked like, little turds, and then I found a place in the trash for those stupid fucking molds right next to the frying pan that just wouldn't come clean this morning. Come to think of it, maybe today wasn't the day to test myself with the fabled cake pop?
There were many, many bowls of tiny colourful decorations, because that's what "good" moms do. This bowl, was especially memorable, though, because I dumped it all over the kitchen floor before we even got started. What's left in the dish is what I recovered from the counter. Those other little green bastards are still floating around the kitchen and likely will be until Easter. Instead of using those goddamn molds, I told the kids to roll the cake into little balls with their hands. This was the most successful part of the afternoon. There was even a little hope, at this point, that these little fuckers might actually work out.
And then we attempted to add the coatings and everything went to hell The kids laughed, because they are chill like that, and I waited until they were moved on from our baking activity and threw the contents of the whole counter into the garbage, because FUCK YOU CAKE POPS and your impossibly high standards.
This is how much cake is left over. after our ordeal. What's a mom supposed to do? Throw that innocent cake out with the frying pan and the tiny evil cake molds? No, she's gonna dunk that cake in frosting like a fat oreo in thick, sugary milk and pretend today never happened.
A mom like you
Rather than lament my lack of skill, and my unfortunate desire to bake, I thought I might share my misadventures with you. Am I alone?