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What's a Wreck?

A Cake Wreck is any cake that is unintentionally sad, silly, creepy, inappropriate - you name it. A Wreck is not necessarily a poorly-made cake; it's simply one I find funny, for any of a number of reasons. Anyone who has ever smeared frosting on a baked good has made a Wreck at one time or another, so I'm not here to vilify decorators: Cake Wrecks is just about finding the funny in unexpected, sugar-filled places.

Now, don't you have a photo you want to send me? ;)

- Jen
Friday
Jun292012

The Name Blame

I know bakers see a lot of unusual names these days, but sometimes you've still got to wonder: 

 

 ...are they doing "the drugs?"

 

 (That's me channeling a little bit of my mom for you, right there. She puts a "the" in front of everything, like going to "the Walmart" or seeing "the Star Wars" or disowning "the daughter.")

 

Not cool, man. NOT COOL.

 

There are so many wrecky butterfly cakes coming in this month that my first thought for this next one was that it actually wasn't so bad:

Oops. 

(Funny thing: this one's a lot less phallic than most butterfly wrecks, too.)

 

From a bakery that uses a lot of clipart:

(Yes, really.)

On the plus side, I've *seen* most bakery clip art out there, and believe me, this is an improvement.

 

Do you think this next baker finished the cake, looked down, and thought, "Hey, what a coincidence!"?

(And no, for you positive Pollys out there - the birthday boy was not named Nemo.)

 

Now, you might think you could avoid your own birthday wreck by just having nothing on it.

And, hey, you might be right.

 

Or...

 

....yeeeah.

 

Thanks to Kasha D., Windy S., Anony M., Heather K., Aisha A., Sue P., & Kristen H. for not naming any names.

Thursday
Jun282012

Start Me Up

Olga O.'s son is "obsessed" with gas stations, so for his birthday she ordered a cake "featuring a gas pump with diesel and regular handles."

"This is what arrived tonight," she writes. 

"We'll be making nozzle jokes for a long, long time..."

Jumpin' Jack flash!

 It's a gas gas gas!

 

Thanks to Olga and her baker for making a grown (wo)man cry...with laughter. I'd say I can't get no satisfaction, but to be honest, wild horses couldn't drag me away.