Here’s another quick edition of my brand new category of blog posts I am calling (wittily enough) “Rebekah against the world.” Hey, sometimes a straightforward title is just as good as any play on words. Yes? Anyway. Ok, moving right along, because Matthew is taking a brief hiatus from writing a paper for actual credit in a real class, and I only have five minutes.
Cake pops. I don’t get it. I have tried two varieties, because people have been raving for a few years now, and if you put anything on a lollipop stick it is evidently adorable. And I have a major sweet tooth, too…but this? This I don’t get. If you are going to indulge your craving for sweets, don’t you want something a little more refined (ha! get it?) than cake that is mashed up into crumbs, stirred into a bucket of icing, and then rolled into balls? What are we, like eight years old? (But if you laugh at fart noises, that’s totally cool with me.)
Bottom line: I love sweets. But this gives me a stomach ache. I’d rather stick with my favorite poison, namely chocolate chip cookies. Or ice cream. Or fancy bread pudding…or. Ok, the point is: almost any dessert is better than a cake pop.
And that is my bold stance against the popular little treat that tries to trick you with its cuteness into thinking it is worth the calories.