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There was a pool party once where they had these things called “cake-pops.” They were little balls of cake on a stick with a semi-hardened icing exterior. When I tried one of these pops, I believe I remember immediately getting changed into dry clothes, sitting down next to them, and eating them by myself for the rest of the night. They were so moist on the inside (why do people hate that word? The cake was moist. What else am I supposed to say? Wet?) and the icing was creamy on an epic level. They were amazing. Now back to the present. I had been walking around the Weihnachtsmarkt for a week now, always passing a curious little stand selling “Schneebälle,” or snowballs. They looked just like these cake-pops I remembered so fondly, but even bigger. I hadn’t tried any desserts up until that point, and my sweet-tooth was raging. It was time; I ordered one.
It wasn’t a cake-pop, though. You can’t see it in the picture, but I was so sure that my bite would glide through the snowball with ease that when it crunched against hardened pastry dough on the inside, I thought I may have chipped a tooth. The dream dissipated into thin air, but one cannot judge a reality based on a dream. I had to enjoy the snowball on its own terms. What was it trying to do? Trying to say?
Really the snowball is just a simple pastry with an extraordinary shelf life. Crisp, cookie-like dough on the inside dipped in any number of glazes, chocolates, icings, or even just powdered sugar. I enjoyed it for what it was, although I certainly could have used some milk. The flavor I chose was one based on the Raffaello truffles which are a mix of white chocolate and coconut. I wasn’t disappointed. The only thing that would stop me from indulging in a snowball again in the future is the traumatic price of 4.50 euros.
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Nick Denardi 