I tried to make caramels….twice. They were a fail the first time and a fail the second time. When dealing with boiling hot sugar, there’s no third times a charm.
So then I baked sixty pumpkin whoopie pies for church. With Becca! Becca was a blog reader became real life friend! I love it when that happens. We cut her bangs last girls night and named them Blake.
What better way to spend a Saturday than baking with a friend and her sweet new bangs? It totally redeemed the caramel failure! Except somehow I remarkably made the exact number of whoopie pies needed for sunday’s service, which meant no “broken cookie to sample”.
Have you guys made these yet? I know it’s Monday and this is clearly an old recipe but since my caramels were an epic failure, this is all I got. I know…I know…what kind of blogger doesn’t have a plan b? Lame.
So…whoopie pies it is. I woke up at 6am yesterday morning to make all the cinnamon buttercream in time. But you know the real kicker? I didn’t even go to church yesterday to see how they turned out. No sir, I dropped them off at church and then headed to San Francisco with Adam to drop his sweet mother off at the airport and eat tacos all day after I got talked into buying ridiculously overpriced under-eye concealer at the Benefit counter after an impromptu makeover. I better not ever see another circle under my eye for as long as I live.
We did go see The David Crowder Band last night though and they were absolutely amazing.
I also ate this and it was so much better than any homemade caramel could ever be.