Have you ever listened into a conversation between people who go rowing? If you have you may be familiar with this phrase: ‘…they were just about to win when one of them caught a crab and punched themselves in the face’ (!?)
You’ve heard them mention this more than a handful of times and think to yourself ‘How many crabs can there be in the Thames?…oh.’ Yes you’ve realized that things aren’t always what they seem. These rowers are not in fact master crab fishermen, and catching a crab is not literally what it sounds like (which also makes their conversations a lot less interesting to non-rowers i.e. me). Aparrently catching a crab is something to do with your oar (or ‘blade’ as rowers like to call it), getting stuck in the water or whatever.
I wasn’t really listening. I was eating cake.
I managed to turn the tables on those rowers; They’re all as oblivious to the baking world, and things like cake pops and cookie dough bites, as I am to rowing and ‘catching crabs’ or ‘ergos’. To the average, English non-baker, these look pretty much like a truffle or Belgian chocolate type thing, to those who have been to Starbucks, a cake pop.
But believe me, these are much more than that.
They have an extra layer,
a bit like the Inception equivalent of a cake pop.
Along with the chocolate and cake/frosting layer, there is a ball of cookie dough in the centre. It’s everything you could ever want in one convenient little ball (and MUCH better than catching any kind of crustacean, literally or not).