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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

The CW Book Tour, Part Three

Guess what?!?

Ok, well, I guess the post title might have given it a way a little. And that Twitter post I made a few weeks ago. But still.


Yep, in order to lure John and me out of the house again, my dear publisher Andrews McMeel has shamelessly bribed me with a trip to Disneyland. Shamelessly, I say. And since we all know I'm powerless against those kinds of tactics, here's the schedule:

Monday, June 21: Tempe, AZ
7:00 pm
Changing Hands Bookstore

Wednesday, June 23, Salt Lake City, UT
7:00 pm
The King's English Bookshop

Saturday, June 26, -- Pasadena, CA (That's almost LA, right?)
4:00 pm

Sunday, June 27 - La Jolla, CA (Google says it's San Diego)
2:00 pm

Monday, June 28th - I get to go to DISNEYLAND!!

Now, for those of you who weren't around during our first two tours, here's the drill: each event will start with a hee-larious slide show presentation by yours truly and John, then we'll have a Q&A, and then - the best part for us - there will be a cupcake contest. That right: you make a cupcake version of your favorite Wreck, bring it in, we'll judge it, and if it's one of our favorites you'll win fabulous prizes, fame, and the adulation of Wreckies everywhere.

We'll also have free cake for all, provided by a local baker/Wreckerator. (And if you're a pro baker in one of those cities who'd like to volunteer your services, let me know! It's great advertisement, and heaps of fun. Honest.)

Oh, and I guess I'll sign some books. You know, if you have some.

So mark your calendars, and please RSVP via the Evite links above if you think you'll be able to attend; we want to be sure we have enough cake!

Having done about 15 of these so far, I can tell you that these events are like no book signing you've ever been to. They're more like giant parties with all of the best friends you've never met. So please, come out and laugh with us and eat cake and say hello! John and I are looking forward to meeting you!


The Baby Cake Gets Cut Down to Size

You know how sometimes you see a baby cake that's not too horrendously awful, and your first reaction is something like,

Aw, just lookit that face! Who's a cute widdle boopsie woopsie baby? Is it you? Yes, it's you!!"

(Actually, sorry, that's John talking to our cats. My bad.)

Anyway, my point is that while some of these baby cakes might be just the teensiest bit cute, you have to remember one very important thing:

It's all fun and games 'til you cut the cake.

Yes, I have an example. Brace yourself.

Here we have the standard old man baby cake:

I say we call him Benjamin. ('Cuz he's cute as a Button!)

[Quick side note: in case you're wondering, as I did, why he's on a food court tray: it turns out that's a new type of cake board popping up in bakeries. Weird, I know. Ok, sorry to interrupt. Let's move on.]

And just so you get the full effect:

Just lookit that face!

No really, look at it. Aren't you glad the eyes aren't open?

[shiver] Whoah. I just gave myself the willies. (Or should I call them the "bennies?")

Okay. So, ├╝ber realistic baby. Been there, done that. However, here's where things get...


I would insert some side-splitting commentary here about how stabbing someone in the back always gets you the cold shoulder in the end - but as you can see, there's no need. He's already "waist"ing away!

Oh, Oh! Wait! I have one more:

Hey, Benji! You just got served!


Ah, I crack myself up sometimes.

Anyway, we still haven't gotten to the worst part yet. The worst part actually, literally, in real reality, honestly gave John nightmares. Seriously. So now he won't let me post it here. Instead, I'm going to link to it. But please, all joking aside, choose your clicks wisely. I'm here to make you laugh, not give you nightmares - and this thing puts the "ick" in "squicky."

Ok, enough warnings (since I'm sure they're having the opposite affect anyway): Click here to see the final photo.

Thanks to Kimberley K., who will never again say to a child, "I could just eat you up!"

Note from John: I initially made that last picture a separate post and linked to it, not realizing it would show up in Google readers before the actual post. Oops. Sorry to those of you who clicked on it with no warning! Oh and if the new link doesn't work, you may have to refresh the page.