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I think we deserve a prize for Worst Daughters of the Year. It was our wonderful father's 50th birthday last Monday and we didn't bake him a darn thing. The plan was to make Special K Bars, because they are his favorite, but I got sick and Krista just got back from Arizona, so it didn't happen. Father didn't seem to mind because it saved him a few extra calories and trips to the gym.


Last week, we made some 50 cake pops for our cousin Tammy. She got them for one her coworkers who was turning the big 5 - 0. I thought it was a perfect time for a photo op for our father to document this big milestone.

Doesn't he look so happy to be 50?

This picture is for you, Uncle Rick!

Krista wanted to get in on the picture action

These cake pops were pretty simple. Dark chocolate candy melt and buttercream frosting for the 50s.

Slew of 50s

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Just a side note - everytime I say the number 50 it makes me want to break out in song with "Fifty nifty United States..." flashback to elementary school anyone?