Sunday Sweets Takes A Liking For Vikings

Tomorrow is Leif Erickson Day, time to celebrate one of the world's best-known Vikings!

(By Sweet Delisse)

Of course, *I* don't know much about Leif Erickson, so I'm going to get a little help from our old friend, the Internet.

Let's see...

There once was a Viking named Eric the Red. He probably looked something like this:

(By Sassa's Bespoke Cakes)

Eric had a son named Leif, who turned out to be a good sailor.

(By Suijker Fabriek)

It helps when you start them young.

When Leif's father was banished from Iceland, they hopped a boat...

(By Debbie Does Cakes)

...and headed to Greenland.

It was while he was in Greenland that Leif and his family learned how to train dragons.

(By Richard's Cakes)

Um... wait... is that right?

[furious clicking]

OK, forget that last bit. And remember, don't believe everything you read on the Internet, kids.

(Great cake, though, right?)

Anyway... Leif sailed on many voyages.

(By Sugar and Spice)

Eventually, he got restless and sailed off to find a far-off land he'd heard about, 600 arduous miles away.

(By The Evil Plankton on DeviantArt)

(You have to see the back, too. The bubbles are hand-blown sugar!)

Leif is believed to have found the New World 500 years before Columbus.

Leif Erickson Day sailed onto the national calendar in 1964.

(By Titia McLuckie for American Cake Decorating)

Thereby raising public awareness of Viking culture enough to inspire a TV show in 2013:

(By Bitchin' Bakes)

...not to mention its fair share of adorable birthday party themes:

(By Moxi)

So, Happy Leif Erickson Day, everyone!

(By Tarts De Sande)

May the horns on your hat never fall out.

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YAY FOR TATAS!!

Ahem.

[adjusting glasses] October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. This is a time to raise awareness, celebrate our survivors, and work together towards finding a cure for this horrible disease.

And also butcher some pink ribbon cakes.

Like so:

Ok. So. Wreckerators. Can we talk? I'd like to talk.

Here's the thing: you have THREE PLASTIC PINK RIBBONS ON THE CAKE. All you had to do was copy ONE of them. That's it. It's a loop. ONE LOOP. And what did you do? Well, honestly, I have no idea what you did. What is that? A folding chair? A bow? A naked person's heiny?

(Made you look.)

Maybe if the Wreckerator only had to draw a ribbon on the cake...

Never mind.

Ah, now here is someone who has mastered the art of the one-loop ribbon!

Next we'll tackle spelling.

Survior: (n) one who surves.

"I would like to surve this Canadian gosling. Please pass the peanut butter."

As anyone with a cancer-survivor in their life knows, finally getting that clean bill of health is a huge deal. HUGE. We're talking party like it's 1999 time. We're talking - oh yeah - CAKE.

Not this cake.

DEFINITELY not this cake.

Note to Wreckerators: When celebrating the successful vanquishing of tumors, it is never a good idea to put tumors on the cake. Please add this to the training manual.

Thanks to my breast Wreckporters Dorei, Sarah D., Beth, & Chelsi. You guys rock. Please pass the peanut butter.

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