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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
Feb182009

Come On Barbie, Let's Go Party

It all started with those kitschy toilet-paper cover dolls:

I think every grandmother was required by law to make enough of these things for her family to cover a mountain of TP. (My personal favorite was our red-dressed flamenco dancer. You?) After this was done, those dear crafty souls had to come up with new ways to use their stockpile of doll torsos.

Enter: the doll cake!

It was understandable when at first children assumed they were being served yarn and TP. Here Jenn L. is saying, "How about you put that over there and go fetch me my real cake, before someone throws a hissy, Ok?"

Fast forward 30 years or so, and doll cakes have come a long way. Why, just look at all the diverse styles they come in now!

The "Hawaiian Shaving Brush":


The "Easy-Chair-Under-Her-Dress":

("My lap! My lap! My lap is on FI-YUR!")

The "I'm-a-Little-Teapot":


The "Girls-Shouldn't-Have-ALL-the-Fun":

And the ever popular "Climb Every Mountain":


Cherie, Andrea M., Sanne, & Cattie P., all together now: "Life in plastic - it's fantastic!"

Tuesday
Feb172009

For Me?

Just had to share one last Valentine Wreck - because it was for ME! Well, in a virtual sense.

Sensitive Wreck Seeker Kate W. sent me an e-mail with the following message:

"I just wanted you to know that my heart boats for you. And not even the loud and obnoxious kind that overturns old men while they're fishing, but rather the put-put-put kind that's hard to steer. How's that for romance?"

Uh, a little more confusing than romantic, honestly, Kate.

Oh, wait! There's a photo:


Ahh, NOW I get it. And I'm touched, Kate, I really am. But not in the creepy, time-to-press-charges kind of way, but in the innocent, I-like-anyone-who-sends-me-cake kind of way.

Note: yes, technically that *is* an 'e', but at first glance it looks like an 'o', so I'm going with it. You should, too.