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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
Thursday
Sep062012

Getting EXACTLY What You Ask For

Ever wonder how a wreck gets ordered?

 

"I'd like a dragon cake, and could you have it breathing flame onto the cake board?"

 

 

"...And her name is Jayce. Like Joyce, but with an 'a,' not an 'o.'"

 (For the longest time I couldn't figure out what "a-noPanO" meant. Finally I gave up and looked up the original e-mail.)

 

"Oh, you're writing this down? Great. Just write, 'Good luck, Kim.' And in big letters, could you add 'Have fun!' on the form, too? Thanks!"

 

"I'd like it to say, 'Thank you, Lord.' Just put 'Thank you' on one side of the cross, and 'Lord' on the other."

(I don't think the wreckerator understands the true gravity of this situation.)

 

"I'd like it to have 'Happy Birthday, Dad,' and under that a king of hearts playing card."

It turns out that in this bakery, a picture is only worth five words.

 

Thanks to Abigail, Jim K., Nikolaos J., Misty K., & Kelly C., who was secretly hoping for an "Under Neat That" on the last cake. Weren't you, Kelly? It's ok, you can admit it; I was, too.

Wednesday
Sep052012

Well, Crud.

As some of you know, Jen and I spent this past weekend at Dragon*Con in Atlanta, which was awesome. However, part of the "fun" of this particular convention is that you get to share your personal space with 50,000 other geeks, many of whom are sweating disease through their Superman tights or are too burdened with enormous fake weaponry to cover their mouths before coughing in your eyes.

Which is all to say that Jen is currently sick as a dog. (Although I've never seen a dog whine as much as Jen, so I can only assume she must be sicker.) (Actually, I've never seen a sick dog at all. Who comes up with these clichés, anyway?)

So, baby?  Because I love you, I'm writing today's post.  No, no... don't thank me. You just stay right over there and keep folding that laundry; I wouldn't want the wrinkles to set. Oh, and I could use a refill. No rush! Just when you're done crushing the ice.

 *Ahem*

 

And SPEAKING of sick dogs...

 Hey, Sweetie, this remind you of anything?

HAHAHAHA!

 Sweetie? Where ya goin'? Jen?

 Hello?

 ****

 Well, I guess I better wrap this up. So...

Here's to Jen's speedy recovery! And really ugly golf balls.

You're welcome, baby.

 

(Say, my throat's starting to feel a little scratchy. And now Jen's staring at me with a creepy grin on her face. Should I be worried?)

 

Thanks to Shelli K., for the...  ah... ACHHOOO!!!  Oh crap...