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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

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Tuesday
Sep032013

Eat Your Heart Out, Shakespeare

[walking into spotlight]

[striking dramatic pose]

 

Poo bee...

... or NOT poo bee?

That is the question.


[raising fist to the heavens]


Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer 

the slings and arrows of outrageous fortunes,


Or to take arms against a sea of tribbles!

["Meep?"]


and by opposing...

END THEM.

["MEEP!"]

 

[raising both arms and bellowing]


Tie dye!!


To seep no more!

And by a sheep,

today we end the heartache

and the thousand natural shocks...


... is that a hair?! EW!

[Ahem.]

'Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished.


Tie dye, to seep, perchance on buttercream!


Aye,


There's the flub.


Blow, winds, and crack your heartfelt thanks to Jennifer T., Janet, Carol F., Lilly P., Amanda M., Alli S., Christy L., Sarah F., Sarah Jane, Brittany B., Paige H., and Karyn T, our Shakespearean pros.

****

 

PS: Been a while since English Lit 101? Then here, let me google that for you:

"To be, or not to be, that is the question:

Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer

The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,

Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,

And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep

No more; and by a sleep, to say we end

The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks

That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep,

To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub."

Thursday
Jul252013

Stop And Smell The Clich├ęs

 Normally I avoid clichés like the plague.

Still, when it comes to buying a cake, sometimes you've got to grab the bull by the horns.

(Just don't grab the other end.)

 

See, I'll bet you dollars to donuts:

... that some of you are going to get wrecks.

 

You may think you have all your ducks in a row:

(or maybe to be rowed...)


... but let's face it: There's a good chance the baker's ...

 

... a poo ant short of a picnic.

 

And s/he might get your cake ...

... bass ackwards.

 

I mean, does a bear ...

 ... sit in the woods?

(Aw, Pooh.)

;)

 

Look, you're probably never going to get the baker to eat crow:

 

So don't make a tempest in a teapot!

(Actually, don't make anything in this teapot.)

 

After all, you've still got a cake, and maybe the manager will mark it down.

 

So rather than look a gift horse in the, uh ...

... gaping mouth nozzle of despair?

... just enjoy your cake.

 

I think Shakespeare put it best:

"That which they call a rose by any other name...

"... still looks like meat."

 

 

Thanks to Scott D., Deanna C., Laura M., Wolfie W., Anna M., Autumn J., Reba S., Jesea J., Lana H., and Maria V.  for letting us have their cakes and read them, too.