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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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The Winter Blues... And Reds?

I know most of you are tired of winter, bakers, but did you HAVE to decapitate poor Frosty?

That's just cold.

And the blood trail is a bit much.


Here, you know what you need? A warm hug.

Or a terror-sparked run for your life.
...which can also warm you up.


Tell you what, let's brainstorm all the GREAT things about winter! Like, uh... huh. Let's see.

Oh! Well, there's the, you know, thing there.

[long pause]

On second thought, let's just brainstorm all the BAD things about summer.

Like crappy butterflies:



And streaking watermelons:

(You're disappointed this isn't a naked watermelon, I know. BUT ISN'T IT?)


And, of course, Mariachi Band Mickey Mouse:

Say what you will about his music, but this guy will really stick his neck out for you.

Granted, Mariachi Band Mickey doesn't really have anything to do with summer OR winter, but in my defense, it's 65 degrees in here and I am REALLY COLD.

I bet a hot whoopie pie would taste good right now. We should find out. Who's with me?

Thanks to Kathleen F., Jessica A., Stacie B., Jennifer T., & Lydia H., who I'm sure will understand when I say this is all I could think of with that Mickey cake:


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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!!!