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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

Flower Power

When it comes to wedding cakes, there's a right amount of flowers...

[Note: this is not the right amount]


...and a WRONG amount of flowers:

If you listen verrry closely, you can actually hear the cake screaming.


Bakers know a hefty blanket of fake blooms can cover a multitude of cakey sins:

...including the fact that the groom forgot to pick up the cake.

[Fun fact: this was actually the mother-of-the-bride's hat.]


However, at some point the flowers and flotsam cross over from "charming camouflage" into "DEAR GOD, WHAT IS THAT THING?"

When bakers play "To The Pain."


Many bakers use silk flowers to avoid the problem of brown droopy blooms on their cakes:

Others use silk flowers to ensure it.

{I'm almost afraid to ask, but why do they even make roses in those colors?}


Just remember: sometimes, for some cakes, there simply aren't enough flowers in the world:

In these instances, I advise a large shrubbery.

And maybe a few more of those Keystone Lights.


Thanks to Roger G., Alison V., Jen, Anony M., Stacey H., & Michelle C. for making all the two-year-old flower girls out there look extra talented today.


The King Coup

Happy Fat Tuesday, everyone!


Yep, per our new household tradition, all King cakes and other deep-fried donuts are strictly off limits.

And just to be safe, Queen cakes are getting the boot, too.

Plus drawing on cakes with magic markers.

(The walls of your bedrooms are still fine, though, kids.)


Jokers, however, are perfectly acceptable.

Ahh, Mr. Seymore Buttz, you never fail to amuse.


Fortunately, most bakeries know they can just throw a few plastic beads and carrot-less jockeys onto pretty much anything and people will buy it, thereby enabling a blissfully King-cake-free holiday.

I hear the fun part is watching beads come out of your 3-year-old.


This next one is so sad I actually had two separate wreckporters submit photos of it:

And if that doesn't capture the spirit of exuberant revelry, nothing will.

Also, John says he's pretty sure that cake is deep-fried.


And finally, did you know that Mardi Gras was actually first celebrated in Boston?

They'd swap Boston Cream King Pies and brag about who had the best foliage.

It's true! I checked Wikipedia and everything.


Thanks to Sylvia F., Kelli W., Patty S., Kati C., Bunny G., and Eleanor B. for the wicked awesome history lesson.