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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

Passive Aggression is a Dish Best Served Iced

Passive aggression comes in many forms, but I prefer the subtle approach for added deniability. The message is still there, of course, but it's not so obvious as to get you immediately disowned.

"Here's a big dead tree to represent your general state of witheredness. 

"Oh, and..." [jazz hands] "Happy birthday."


If she asks, it's a crown. But we both know better.

"No, Mom, of COURSE that's not a hand giving you the finger. It's a crown. Because you are a ROYAL...delight."


There is absolutely nothing wrong with this engagement cake:

...except that the groom's name is Nathan.

Nathan: 0

Mother-in-Law: + 20


When the subtle approach isn't getting the job done, though, sometimes you have to step up your game. And then put it in quotes:

"Also, I got this off the week-old clearance rack. For free."


Vicky: "It's not even my birthday!"

 "We know; we just wanted to make extra sure you knew you were being excluded."


"No, seriously, we're reeeeally sorry about that. Now, can we get you some cake? Or a drink? Maybe some adult diapers?"


Sarah C. claims she only asked for Happy Birthday, and the baker overheard her saying the rest on the phone to someone else. Riiiiight. How'd that excuse fly with the birthday girl, Sarah?


Of course, when it comes to passive aggressive cakes, nothing can ever compare to the ones mom used to make.

Right, Jason?

Oops, looks like we just missed Jason - he's gone on a guilt trip. See ya when you get back, buddy! "Enjoy!"

Thanks to Anne M., Courtney B., Emily K., Greer D., Laura P., Jessica S., Jennifer B., Sarah C., & Sue F., who will always still love me. Right, guys?

Guys? ...Hello?


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This Means CIVIL WAR

Rest assured, dear minions, I won't be spoiling the new Captain America movie for you... because I haven't seen it yet.

HOWEVER. I'm seeing evidence of the Avenger's newest conflict throughout our nation's bakeries, and believe me, it's not pretty.


In fact, I've been wondering why everyone seems to be Team Cap, but then I saw Iron Man literally punching out the sun:

Now that's just Stark raving.


And let's not forget the whole exploding crotch thing:

Nobody wants the exploding crotch feature on their team, Tony. NOBODY.


I assume this is a picture of the aftermath:

It's like his torso is made of break-dancing lobsters... and his crotch just fell off.
Which has gotta hurt.


Meanwhile, our boy Cap is as American as apple pie:

Though I still question putting icing on pie.


Plus, Rogers apparently comes with an enormous laptop now?

So that's handy.


And let's not forget how supportive Cap is around Hanukkah:

Such a nice boy.


Everyone's also buzzing about Spider-Man's role, but frankly, I'm a little suspicious:

Look what happens when he trips! 


So 'til John and I see the movie, I guess it'll just be Thor, Batman, and the rest of us turkeys:

Batman: "I'm Batman."
Turkeys: "Gobble?"
Me: "...yeah I'm going to the movie now."


Thanks to Makita, Kate P., Missy S., Melissa S., Corinne, Katie T., Kayt T., Suzanne S., & Jessica R. for keeping it civil.


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