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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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Wrecky Roughage

According to this survey I'm about to make up, 74% of us don't get enough fiber in our diets. Unless you're British. In which case you don't get enough fibre. And you spell things wrong.

Fortunately, the bakeries of the world are here to help.

I think we'll call this Faeber.

I DO believe in Faeber. I do, I do!!

TRUE STORY: Last week our cat Tonks decided to eat a piece of ribbon because she is, by all accounts, an idiot. Now if you're a cat owner, you know that she will most likely end up dragging a two foot piece of poo-coated ribbon across our carpet while we sleep, blissfully unaware of the impending cleaning bills.

Which makes me wonder: Does the same thing happen with kids?

Admit it: you just had a mental image of a bunch of toddlers scootching their butts across the carpet.

Now, of course, if plastic is your fiber of choice, then have I got a cake for you!

It's like a cartoon colonic.

In fact, bakers really seem to be embracing the Dollar Depot movement: (Heh. "Movement.") Case in point: Ashley ordered a little boy's cake, something appropriate for a first birthday.

Aaaand this is what she got:

...'cuz nothing's more appropriate for a one-year-old than twenty-two individual choking opportunities.

"No, Palmer, Sweetie, you can't eat that. Or that. Or that. Or that. Or that. No! Not that! Or that. Or that. Or that. Or that. Or that. Or that. Or that. Or that. Whoah! Definitely not that. Or that. Or that. Or that. Or that. Or that. Maybe, not that, either.

"Or that."

Diana F., Kasia R., Wicked Princess, & Ashley P., I think the brown sprinkles might be safe, if you want to chance it.

Update from john: Just so we're clear, we are watching Tonks 24/7 and the minute something seems off, we'll take out a second mortgage and head to the vet. Until then, if you need me, I'll just be over here sifting poop...


Summer Fun, Summer Not

We Floridians are lucky enough to have Summer all year around. (And by "lucky," I mean "sweaty.") For the rest of you, it's a good thing bakeries are pumping out Summer cakes like we're all going to melt tomorrow. {Checking Orlando weather... Oh wait, we are.} You can take these cakes as a reminder of all the fun activities you'll have this season!


Like taking your first bite of juicy watermelon:
There's nothing more satisfying on a hot "Summev" day than a slice of warm, leathery melon. Mmm.



And nothing says "Summer Fun" like a computer mouse and a bedroom slipper. Fun indeed!



Heh... yeah, those flip-flops sure are a computer mouse and a bedroom slipp...


{ushering the kids out of the room...}

OKAY, I'm just gonna say it because I know half of you are already thinking it. The flop on the right looks a little... enhanced. You know, like, manly? No? Alrighty then. (Step one: open gutter. Step two: remove mind.)


Taking a family trip to the beach is always a favourite:

I hope all that stuff is to scale.


(Really... picture it. Walk through it. C'mon, let's do it together. The birds are bigger than the people. The fish are bigger than the people. The shells are real, and they're also bigger than the people. And the people may or may not be naked. P.S.- tilted evergreen tree. That is all.)


You could say taking your first dip in the water is when Summer truly begins.:

Didn't their moms ever warn them to wait 30 minutes after eating? [Neck cramp! Neck cramp!]



But be careful out there, because creating your own personal Shark Week would be a total summer bummer:


"You're gonna need a bigger fork."


Happy Summer, everyone!


Jackie P., Jess K., Amber S., Paul and Connie, and Holly C., we hope your Summer is a cool and breezy 83 degrees. 'Cause it's freakin' hot here. Seriously. My fingers are sweating as I type this.