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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
Wednesday
Aug292012

The Bearly There Ninja Bears!

 

In every bakery there are treats that are so bad, they need protection from the cruel taunts, jabs, and giggles of Cake Wrecks readers.

 



Lucky for these hapless, hopeless wrecks, a group of mighty protectors have risen to...um...protect...and stuff.

 

We call them...

The Barely There® Ninja Bears!

 


 

Don't be fooled. Those bear pops may look cute, but make one false move and it's pandamonium.

 

 

Many bakeries have already employed this team of highly-dangerous bears to safeguard their most ridiculed desserts.


 

Consider yourself bamboozled.

 

 

With years of ninja training and camouflage mastery, these deadly assassins hide in plain sight.

The "poostronaut bear" is a popular disguise for ruthless killing machines:



"I am a ruthless killing machine."

 

 

There is no match for this vicious blood-thirsty beast, cleverly disguising himself as an overly-frosted sheepdog:


 

Do not underestimate his power to nuzzle you... to death!

 

 

 With ninja bear protection, wrecked cakes and cookies can be proudly displayed on the top shelf, with every hope of actually being purchased.


 

Don't laugh. The first two Adams laughed.

 


And never forget that they're watching you.
And they're Ninjas.
With no sense of humor.
So don't screw with them, man.

 

 

Thanks to Beth L., Jessica T., Elizabeth B., Courtney M., and Stephanie B. for the bear necessities.



 

Tuesday
Aug282012

How It Might Have Happened

"Hello? Yes, I'd like to order a cake that looks like my husband's Audi. That's right, an Audi. And could you make it a nice coppery brown? Thanks!"

 

[Later that day]

 

 

 

 

 

Alisha E., don't tell me that's not really what happened, because I choose to believe it is. So there.