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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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Christmas Lives On In Our Hearts & Santa's Wang Nose

You can't hide it from me, minions; you miss Christmas. The lights, the food, the days off, maybe not so much the music, but definitely the gifts - am I right?

Well never fear! Because for one day only, I'm bringing Sexy Santa back.

Rudolf the Red KNOWS a nose wang, dear.

(And now you can't unsee it, either.)


Kathy wanted her cake to read, "We love your face." When asked about the decorations, she replied:



Of course, some people celebrate a special birth on Christmas:

Yes, Happy Birthday, Jissas.

(I read that out loud and made myself laugh so hard I think I peed a little. And that mental image is my belated Christmas gift to you.)


Now, I know what you're thinking. "John," you're thinking, because you've wrongly assumed only John would joke about peeing himself on this blog, but HA FOOLED YOU, this is Jen, so there - "John," you're thinking, "if you love Christmas so much, why don't you...

"... put this cake out of its misery?"

Good question, minions. Good question.


And finally, let me end with a new-but-belated holiday tradition:

Kissing under the Missile Toe.
Or... Mrissle Foe?
Eh, you know, I'd rather imagine a rocket-propelled foot finger, so let's go with that.


Thanks to Ramzy, Kathy K., Summer G., Candace C., & C. B., who bets this new tradition is really going to take off.


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Update from john (the hubby of Jen): Look what I found!!!


The Last Effs Given

There's nothing more dismal than the first day back to work after a holiday. You're tired, you're possibly hung-over, you're definitely not ready to be wearing pants and/or a bra again, but here you are, expected to pick up like it's a regular ol' Tuesday. BAH.

Bakers are no less susceptible to the First-Day-Back blues, but I will say theirs is SLIGHTLY more obvious.

Gee, you shouldn't have.


Ready, set...



When you can't be bothered to find the spatula:

I just hope she wore gloves.


Andy's big 30th birthday bash is about. to get. EPIC. bad.


It was a drive-by splooging!

Or maybe a "stand-over-and-sway-drunkenly" splooging.


You know it's gone wrong when they bring in the big plastic butterfly.

Big plastic butterfly fixes everything.


Took me WAY too long to figure out what this icing says:

I won't spoil it for you. Just squint a little - you'll get it.


And my favorite:

Because unlike most of us today, this baker actually gave a crap.

Also maybe a little pee.


Thanks to Rachael G., Alicia P., Melissa C., Ellen M., Laurie P., Jennifer L., Suzan M., & Elizabeth O., who know that one cake doesn't actually say anything, but who forgive me for trolling because I'M NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE HERE TODAY. I mean, ok, I am, but still. WHY DO I HAVE PANTS ON RIGHT NOW.


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