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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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Deep Thoughts

There's something about staring at wrecks for a while that makes me start thinking...

Deep Thoughts.
You know, stuff like:

Is it true cannibals won't eat clowns because they taste funny?



And why don't sheep shrink when it rains?


Ever wonder what color Smurfs turn when they're choked?


Or if a cow laughs, does milk come out of her nose?

And can a cow be lactose intolerant?


Why don't they make mouse-flavored cat food?

(Don't they have the guts?)


Do frogs have to wait an hour after eating before they get out of the water?

Because this guy already looks a little cramped.


When sign makers go on strike, what do they write on their signs?

(          ,         !)


And why isn't phonetic spelled the way it sounds?

While we're at it, how come "monosyllabic" isn't?


Oh, and what if there weren't any hypothetical questions?


You know, the other thing staring at cake wrecks does is make me want to take a nap.
I'll do that while you think about this stuff, OK?


Profound thanks to Linn S., Marcos G., Kathryn P., Katie F., Christine C., Kristen P., Susan H., Catharine, and Aimee H. for seeing the deep philosophical meaning behind these wrecks, and to my Mom and Dad for sending me the e-mail that got me started down this path.


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This Tuesday Isn't Fat, It's Fluffy

Egads, you guys, I almost forgot today was Mardi Gras!!

Thank goodness the wreckerators out there have given us so many helpful reminders. You know, like all the beads:

("The better to hide our wrecks with, my dear!")


...and the toxic mold rings:

(Listen closely, and you can actually hear the dough screaming.)


Not to mention the plethora of choking hazards:


...the terrifying non-sequiturs:

(Give it up, Lady Cassandra - we know it's you!)


...and, of course, the dessert Mardi Gras is most famous for:

The colossal caramel apple pie.

Topped with a tiny plastic Baby Jesus.

Giving you the finger.


And, hey, if that doesn't say "Happy Marti Gras !", then this cake does:

So there.


Many Mardi Gras thanks to Naomi S., Janet, Mike R., Laurie E., Debbi P., & Andrew G., who get ALL the beads - once they flash me their... pearly whites.

And by "pearly whites"I mean "boobs." You, too, fellas!


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