Cake pops. They seem to be all over the blogs and the pins and the tumbls. If you don’t know, they’re essentially cake that’s rolled into balls. The balls are impaled on a stick, then coated in icing, or frosting, or whatever you like to call it. I seem to be one of the few however, that find them repulsive. Sure the cute little designs that they come up with (see here and here and here) and the patterns and colours that they use look lovely, but I can’t help but see them for what they really are… squashed cake covered in a too-thick layer of icing.

I used to be a fan of rolling food into balls, I really did. I remember being at my Nanny and Pa’s house and rolling white bread into tight little balls and then dipping them into some sort of salmon dip. I also used to eat pate and apple slices at my other set of grandparent’s house, but that’s beside the point. The idea of squashing and kneading bread, or cake, into ball form just creeps me out. It makes me stomach do a little wiggle (in the bad way). I’m not biased against all ball-like foods. I made rice/sushi balls just the other night. I even enjoyed it! It’s just the idea of condensed cake that turns me right off.