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Summer is certainly one of the busiest times for a baking business such as 1 Fine Cookie. Everyone seems to be having babies, getting married, or have decided the weather is finally warm enough to throw a party.

 

When I was contacted for a bowling birthday party in New York, I was giddy with excitement. See, one of my favorite movies is The Big Lebowski. If you do not know this movie, I warn you that many do not “get it.”

It is a cult classic, about an unemployed slob who gets dragged into a huge mess when he is mistaken for another man with the same last name.

It is a strange, strange movie that took me about 5 viewings to “get”.

The Big Lebowski

 

He drinks Caucasians, otherwise known to the rest of the world as White Russians. It took me a very long time to realize that ordering a Caucasian at the bar was not going to fly.

He smokes a whole lot of a certain illegal substance. Some would argue that it is nature’s greatest miracle. I would argue that bacon is. Leaves you less impaired.

Anyway, I could ramble on about Lebowski but like I said you either “get it” or you don’t. Took me 5 times.

The biggest point about Lebowski, aka the Dude, is that he loves to bowl. I dream of bowling with the Dude.

big lebowski

Come to think of it, I just wish I could bowl. Period.

“Smokey, this is not ‘Nam. This is bowling. There are rules.”

I cannot bowl because I have tiny midget hands (no disrespect to little people).  I had a friend who is 5’1” and although I am 5’5”, my hands are smaller than hers. For real.

I have to use the bowling ball with the smallest finger size otherwise I can’t hold onto it. It is scary how bad I am at bowling, yet every time I see a bowling alley I squeal like a child who just saw Justin Bieber.

I was contacted for a corporate event in celebration of the birthdays of the founder of the company and his son, the CEO. They were planning on hosting it in a bowling alley in Times square.

Was I going to bowl at the event? Heck no. I was excited to make bowling-theme treats.

Everyone in the company was incredibly friendly and laid back.

This is a good thing when you are catering the dessert.

This is a bad thing when you don’t want anyone to see how poorly you throw a bowling ball.

(No, I am serious. I do not roll the ball. I throw it.)

Ebony, had bought some extra socks on the way to the event.

She twisted my arm and I ended up wearing something like these.

my bowling socks

The gray one with green spots are mine.

Meow.

Here is Ebony.

Bowling group

Laurel, who did an amazing job organizing the birthday party, even added monograms to Carl (father) and Mike’s (son) bowling shirts. I want a bowling shirt.

Here are the birthday boys.

Carl and Mikey T

So of course, I had to make bowling shirt cake pops.

Bowling shirt cake pops and bowing cupcakes

Cupcakes are pretty important too these days.

bowling cupcakes

I created bowling shoes, bowling pins and bowling ball cookies as toppers on the cupcakes.

Everything in red and blue, Carl and Mike’s favorite colors.

The frosting on the cupcakes was the biggest hit there.

I use a secret recipe that tastes unlike any frosting out there.

It’s gooood.

Besides enjoying the food and my desserts for the birthday boys,

Enjoying bowling cake pops

There was a lot of bowling. Duh.

bowling in ties

“I love bowling! It’s the perfect workout. Six seconds of exercise, drink beer half an hour.”

I think I earned a score of -200.

Laurel (who planned the party) and Sean.

BFF...

Laurel kept calling my desserts, “darling.” I am jealous that I don’t say awesomely cute things like “darling.”

I say words like “fart,” or “dummy.”

I need to hang out with Laurel so her way of talk can rub off on me.

Sean (on the right, silly) was in my bowling group.

He said many many hysterical things that may not appropriate enough to repeat here.

Apparently, he is better at using fondant than yours truly.

phhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Check out blue steel.

blue steel

It’s not me, but she sure does look like me.

Sean referred to her shirt as a picnic tablecloth cover several  dozen times.

“This aggression will not stand, man.”

Oh, so you know it’s a kick ass surprise party when they not only make you wear a bowling shirt but they also make signs for you.

Laurel

The posters really tied the room together.

cupcake and cake pop display

UPDATE!!!:  I forgot to mention this (I am a poopie head, yes) because I never got a photograph of her, but I met a HUGE 1 Fine Cookie supporter!

JOAN!!!!

She is so amazing and reads ALL of my posts. Joan is cooler than you. Consider yourself challenged.

Joan and I have email exchanges about cooking ideas and tips. Consider yourself double challenged.

Hopefully I will be able to visit NYC again so I can catch a photo of her.

Thanks Joan for being part of the 1 Fine Cookie entourage!

But seriously, though. Cake pops shaped like bowling shirts.

I was surprised how well they came out.

pops and cuppies

Let’s go bowling.

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8 Responses to This is Bowling…There are Rules. Project Bowling June 2011.

  1. spiceblogger says:

    You are AWESOME. That is all.

    😉

  2. The dude abides. Love this!

  3. Melissa says:

    The Dude Abides!

  4. Wow those all look amazing! That must have taken forever, but I’m sure the end result was worth it!

  5. Kelli says:

    These are the most awesome cake pops I have seen! Great job!!! I cant believe how talented you are. Awesome Girl!Glad you posted…I was going thru withdraw. LOL

  6. Blue Steel says:

    This is Blue Steel here, aka “table cloth shirt”, firstly I must say that Sean has many of his own nicknames that extend far beyond Fantastico Foundant Fairy (which he named himself)….. Secondly, This party was amazing and the cupcakes and cake pops made a great center-peice, before they were all eaten………….

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