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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
Feb182011

Animaniacal

For many wreckerators, no cake is more of a tongue-out, slightly-hunched-and-grunting impossibility than an animal cake. It's not for lack of trying, mind you. ("Squished Shih Tzu" is actually a bakery standard these days.) For all their trying and failing, though, there are times when the results are actually kind of cute. Kind of. In a mutant sort of way.

For example:

Now, the poodle is a ridiculous looking dog. You can tell by how ridiculous it looks. You would almost think it would be impossible to make it look any more ridiculous, but if so, the yolk's on you! Haha!

Or maybe on this guy.

Now this little fella...



...is a chinchilla. I would very much like to snuggle him.

I don't really know what this is:

But I would also like to snuggle it. And maybe nom an ear.

This is a blow fish:

He obviously disapproves.

And this is a blow fish on antidepressants:

Any questions?

And if you think that bakers only try to make cutesy animals...

"What? I'm cutesy!"

...think again:

From the genus Crocodillius Seinfeldus.

Sometimes wreckorators double their efforts:


And, in some cases, they double their wreckage:

But at least this case also has some nice roses.

And finally, when an animal is really complicated:

"I'm complicated."

Wreckorators tend to just wing it:


"Meh. Hedgehog, hedge pig... same difference."

Thanks to Tim A., Stephanie D., Shirley L., Nathan M., JoeyJoJo and Monique R., who are all toy-gers. Toit toy-gers. Rawr.

Thursday
Feb172011

Twins' Night Out

[singing]

From a distance,
You look liiiike some boobs,

Even though I know you're not.

From a distance,
How could I eeeeaaaeeever choose,
A sleeping jughead tot?


From a distance,
We've all had enough,
And this won't be allowed to stand.
And there is no way - no how
That you cannot seeeee!
Big frosted tracts of land.

Thanks to Gina C., who would like to remind bakers that God is watching us.