I had a bad day yesterday. Actually, I had an absolutely HORRIBLE day yesterday. No, it didn't have anything to do with the state of the economy although, I suppose indirectly it sorta kind did. I went to the beauty parlor to get my hair cut. Now, as some of you may already know, I detest beauty salons. I'm sorry, there's just no way of putting it nicely. I don't like them and if it weren't for the fact that I have a head full of curls, I probably would never get it cut. Electric circuits excluded, I had put it off long enough! Well, I'm not going to go through the gory details of the torture which for most would probably be just another day at the hairdresser's. Thankfully, I didn't have a long wait. If you don't want to wait for the recipe for the Chocolate Snowball recipe, you can skip all this jibber jabber and skip to the recipe.
"I'll be with you in a few" Maria (the lovely girl who cuts my hair) said.
Great, I thought. I'll just go to the back of the shop and get myself a cup of coffee.
"Looking for the coffee machine?" someone whispered in my ear, as I was just about to turn the corner.
"Yes, I said quietly. "I sure could use a cup right about now."
"You should have stopped on your way" she replied. "They aren't serving free coffee here anymore. It's getting to expensive."
"Oh," I said in my normal beauty parlor voice. I don't know about your experience but for some reason, I find people talk awfully loud in beauty parlors. I was a bit taken back by this lady whispering in my ear with her aluminum foil sticking out from all points of her head. Maybe I better just sit down I thought. She followed me. Why does this always happen to me. All I want is to get my hair cut as quickly as possible and leave. I picked up a magazine. Maybe, Maria will call me soon. My appointment was for 12:30. In the mean time, I tried to unwind from my food shopping excursion earlier in the day. Oh, I should tell you, I wasn't food shopping for me. Once a week, usually on Tuesdays, I take a darling woman food shopping. She's 86 years young and gets around sometimes better than me:) It's more of a social junket. She has her list all made out, I pick her up, we go shopping, I take her home and I leave. It wasn't the case yesterday. Yesterday, which was Thursday, a few of the other ladies in her building wanted to come with us. The five of us all went food shopping together:) I'm not even going to go into the details of how that went. I will say, it took much longer than my usual shopping excursions and bagging groceries for five elderly woman (the youngest was 79) left me pooped, in need of a cup of coffee and craving instant energy as in I'll take any candy bar you have melted in your pocket, NOW! Suddenly, I was snapped out of my renewed intense urge for sweetness by the sound of Maria calling my name. I looked at the clock as I approached the chair 1:15, not bad.
Maria has been doing my hair for almost 12 years. She's quite jovial and I'm sure she knows by now that although I'm not too fond of shops like hers, it's nothing personal. I like people I just don't like beauty parlors. She also knows about this blog although, she has never visited. she really isn't much of a computer person. Actually, she has never used a computer in her life and according to her never will. However, she loves to cook and never misses an opportunity to share her enthusiasm for cooking with me. "So, she says, tomorrow is National Chocolate Cupcake Day. I heard it on the news. I really tried to listen intently while she told me a story about how she use to make cupcakes for her kids and tried to make them for her grandchildren to take to school but they aren't allowed to anymore. Something to do with food allergies and the like. I really tried to listen but all I could think of was National Chocolate Cupcake Day. Why didn't I know? Did I just forget? No way, there's no way I would have forgotten National Chocolate Cupcake Day, none none what so ever. Perhaps, she was wrong. I'll check when I get home, I thought. As Maria was grabbing for the mirror to show me how "lovely" the back of my hair came out, I spotted a little girl following her mom into the beauty shop. She appeared to be well prepared for an afternoon at the beauty parlor. Coloring book, crayons, some sort of computer game a drink and a package of orange Hostess Sno Balls! Honestly, I couldn't get out of that chair fast enough. That's what I want, NO need, I need Sno Balls and I need them NOW! Oh, what I wouldn't do for a nice cup of coffee and a package of Sno Balls. I paid as quickly as possible and I left.
Next stop, the deli. My deli. No, I don't actually own a deli but living on Long Island, I've grown accustomed to the convenience of a deli on almost every corner. Well, that's the way it always seemed to be. Run to the deli for milk. Run down to the deli for bread. Run to the deli for and egg sandwich. We Long Islanders use to run to the deli quite a bit. There aren't as many delicatessens as there use to be but everyone seems to still have their favorite so I suppose there are enough. My deli is about 5 minutes away from where I live in Westhampton. As a matter of fact, when I'm really feeling "guilty" about not doing my whole 20 minutes of exercise in the morning, I compensate by walking to "my deli." Of course, I usually wind up with an egg sandwich, a large cup of coffee (caffeinated which I'm not suppose to drink:) and an afternoon snack. I decided I would stop at "my deli" for the coffee I was craving and the urgently need Sno Ball my soul was crying out for. By this time, it was about 2:30. "Hey lady, Mark said as I walked in. We missed you this morning." "Hi Mark, I replied. I left early this morning it was shopping day." He smiled. He knows about my shopping days. I usually tell him the funny tales of taking Marion shopping. I just came in for a coffee and a package of Sno Balls I said heading right to the coffee machine. Coffee we have he said, Sno Balls we don't. I stopped dead. "What" I said no Sno Balls? Nope he answered. "They didn't drop any off this week." Well, let me tell you, it came pretty darn close to Mark seeing a grown woman cry, hysterically. I gotta go I said as I headed for the door. "What about...I'll see you tomorrow" I continued as I ran straight for my car never letting him finish asking me about the coffee. As I said, there are delis everywhere around here. Maybe not as close as 5 minutes away but I went to three additional delicatessens in probably as much as a mile radius and not one, not one, not one, had Sno Balls. I went home.
Well, it seems my quest got the best of me for the rest of the day until I just decided to let it go. I was home now, the urge would pass and I really didn't need the calories anyway. I figured I would think about dinner and I actually wasn't feeling as bad as I had in the afternoon. I had made in through. Notice, I had also forgotten about National Chocolate Cupcake Day. I know why though. I had been planning to post for Sweetest Day which is tomorrow, October 18. My thought was to uncover the mystery of Sweetest Day while celebrating another sweet treat, chocolate. Since I didn't intend to post on Sunday, the 19th also the last day of Chocolate Week in the UK, I would combine Sweetest Day with chocolate and all would be fine with the world. That was my plan and I was sticking to it. I chose some candy recipes to share for Sweetest Day and I would write up the post today and have it post first thing Saturday morning. Well, as you can see, because you're reading this which means I wrote this today instead of writing for tomorrow, oh you know what I mean. Sweetest Day may just have to go on hold. I'm still trying to get through National Chocolate Cupcake Day. Anyway, last night as I was "relaxing" for another night of I really don't want to watch TV, especially the news, but I don't want to do anything that is going to cause me to think, I decided to thumb through some past issues of food magazines. Slowly, I have been transferring some of the items I have accumulated in New York to PA but, I'm not quite sure what I want to do with the magazines. Thumb, thumb, thumb, Stop! recipe.
Now, you tell me. Is that not the most decadent, irresistible thing of beauty you have seen since the beginning of this post? I just couldn't believe it. There before my eyes in the September 1989 issue of Chocolatier magazine was this huge Chocolate SnowBall! And, this is what it read:
Nostalgic Chocolate Snowballs are just the ticket for a sentimental journey back to childhood bliss. Each tender mound of chocolate cake, capped with a drift of gooey marshmallow icing and a sprinkle of coconut, conceals a pocket of luscious whipped cream. Be forewarned, you're in for an avalanche of lip smacking.
So much for listening to presidential candidates quippering back and forth in New York City last night. What a GREAT recipe that would be for the grand finale of Chocolate Week. I had to see if the recipe for Chocolate Snowballs was online. I also had to see if Chocolatier had a website. I could hardly contain myself. I hopped online and proceeded on my journey. Well, it seems that Chocolatier has recently combined with "Pastry Art & Design, and Frozen Desserts magazines to create Dessert Professional magazine." To my chagrin the Chocolate Snowball recipe was no where to be found at the website. Not only couldn't I find it on the website, the quick searches I did for any kind of snowball recipe turned up recipes for snowball cookies. I didn't even know there were cookies called snowballs and probably at any other time, I would have been quite happy to indulge but as you know by now, there was no way in the world these snowballs were getting away from me twice in the same day! It isn't like Chocolate Snowballs don't absolutely deserve to be honored today even if it is National Chocolate Cup Cake Day. Weren't Hostess Sno Balls originally chocolate cupcakes hidden under a canopy of marshmallow and coconut? Sure, they weren't "born" on May 10, 1919 with that tasty cream filling but they were indeed cupcakes and only got better by the 1950s when the filling was added. Granted, there's no shortage of cupcakes on the internet. Perhaps, you have noticed my amazing banner above filled with adorable "cuppies." I'll check over at Cakespy to see if she has any Snowballs ideas. Although, she didn't have any Snowballs today, she sure does have tons of other goodies worth every bit of attention as my quest for Sno Balls. And, I don't mind thanking Crazy About Cupcakes for her cupcake history. One less thing for me to do today although, I would like to dig deeper into the history of cup cakes someday especially since I have quite a few vintage recipes which would make great "paints" for the cupcake canvas. Peggy's Antiquated Recipes often has hard to find recipes so I thought I would take a trip over to her site and see if she had any Snowball recipes like the one in Chocolatier. She didn't but, she had a picture and recipes from a recipe leaflet put out by Crinkles Cup Cakes in the 1920s. I also have those recipe leaflets, in PA:( You really should check out the recipes. They are cake recipes but as you know, most cake recipes can be coaxed into cup cake tins. It doesn't appear I'm going to have enough time to search anymore for a Chocolate Snowball recipe like the one found in the magazine so, I guess I will just have to leave you with a few recipe resources below and the recipe from Chocolatier. It is a very long recipe with detailed instructions so I think the best thing to do is include it scanned. (just click to enlarge)
1. National Cupcake Day (notice minus the chocolate:)
2. Pudding Cupcakes @ The Cupcake Project
3. Night and Day Cupcakes (Nigella Lawson)
4. Tollhouse Cupcakes
5. Candy Corn Cupcakes from I Heart Cupcakes (made with a mix but oh so "corny! & colorful")
6. Ice Cream Cone Cupcake Dessert