So, when I was looking for photos of my Valentine from Mr. Coconut I discovered some photos that deserve their own post.
Every few weeks my dear friend Chickpea hosts a party. First it was a Cookie Exchange, then it was a fiesta of some sort, I called it the “Fajita Fiasco” and most recently, it was a “Dessert Party.”
Let me tell you a little something about Chickpea’s parties… Actually, before I do let me say this, not only do I adore Chickpea, but I adore her parties. That being said, her parties are… Interesting?
What makes them “interesting?” Well, to begin Chickpeas idea of hosting a party includes:
- Organizing a party based on her latest food craving. I can respect this.
- Sending an email to some of her friends, not all, just some.
- Spending all day setting up her formal dining room, getting dolled up and waiting for her guests to arrive… Unfortunately, they never do. I however, always show up 1) Because I enjoy her company 2) I support her in her party hosting efforts and 3) Because it always makes me laugh, a lot. When no one shows up Chickpea starts reaching out to some of her other friends… The ones that weren’t originally invited but are needed now. She also demands that her sisters, which every ones are home, join in the festivities.
- When the party officially starts we usually dine one a “Papaderos Creation.” If you don’t know, the Papaderos family is a family of interesting cooks. I’ve witnessed chocolate cupcakes “frosted” with “red” (AKA pink) Rice Krispies (God I wish I had a photo), fajita’s (which I have nothing negative to say, but that was the day I discovered an actual sheep hanging upside down in their garage) and now “cake pops.” I will get to the cake pops in a moment.
- After dinner we usually sit and talk because her mother’s thrown away Apples to Apples and it isn’t long before “the party” (all 6 of us, many of whom are related to Chickpea) retire to our homes (at about 9:30PM). It’s wild people, wild.
So, let’s talk “cake pops.” When I was creating Sheek Geek and Tar-J’s test wedding cake Chickpea decided she would make cake pops for her next party, the “Dessert Party.” The day before her party I went over to her house to help her cook, this consisted of me applying the sprinkles and inserting the sticks into the cake pops. Eventually I was no help because I couldn’t get over these “cake pops” and I spent the rest of the night taking photos of them.
My friends, this is a cake pop:
And THIS, my friends is a “Papaderos Cake Pop”:
Perhaps the best part of cooking with the Papaderos family is that the matriarch of the house thinks every little thing those kids produce is, “cute.” She is precious and I adore cooking with her girls, but their cooking skills never disappoint my need to giggle.
That is all.
Sauerkraut






So I love the idea of throwing a party around a food craving. I too can totally respect this. :)
ReplyDeleteAnd, um, OH MY GOD THE HOOTIE OWLS! I LOVE THE HOOTIE OWLS!
It's late. I should probably go to bed and stop yelling about owls.