Sometimes, things go as planned:

I decided to attempt cake balls this weekend.

First I made a French Vanilla cake. I cooked it like a regular 9x13 cake.

Then I got to crumble the cake into a bowl. That was fun. I like destroying food.

Then I made cream cheese frosting and added a little less than 2 cups of that into the cake crumbles and mixed it with my hands.

Then, I rolled them into little balls.

Then, I melted the candy melts.

Pink, white and sugar. All of my favorite things.

My first cake-on-a-stick.

I found an old, forgotten loaf of bread on top of the refrigerator. I started to throw it away, then I realized that it could be useful.

They worked!

I found a new use for the 'cauldron'.

There were some leftovers. I refuse to believe that the reason I didn't have enough has anything to do with how many of the candy melts I ate before actually using them.

There were also some rejects.

But they found love.

In my mouth.

I never learned how to tie bows correctly.

My mom always did it for me.

But they were pretty cute anyway.