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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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Wednesday
Mar212012

Spring Love is in Despair

So now that Spring is officially here, you know what's coming, right?

That's right: wedding season.

[rubbing hands together gleefully]

 

BRING ON THE WEDDING WRECKAGE!

 

Let's kick things off with a lovely Spring Fling inspiration:



...that in execution got a little, well, flung:

I like to imagine that this was delivered on the back of the baker's scooter, and that those smushed fondant butterflies on the sides were all tragic road casualties. Because, somehow, that actually makes this more excusable/believable.

 

What the baker says:

"Yes, I can do that!"

 

What the baker means

"Yes, I have some shiny ribbon!"

 

Maybe at the reception they shone a spotlight on the ribbon so the glare would blind all the onlookers. That's what I would do.

Oh, hey...maybe that was the baker's plan all along!

 

Bride: "That looks TERRI..."

Baker: [flashing ribbon]

Bride: "I CAN'T SEE! Where'd you go? Are you here? Where's the cake? Hey! WHERE'S MY PURSE?!"

[sound of running feet]

 

This next one could be a metaphor for life and love in so many ways. Not that I mean anything by that, fellas. 'Cuz I don't. So never mind. In fact, can we not talk about this anymore, please? It's just a cake, ok? SHEESH.

EXPECTATION:

REALITY:

Waw-waaaaaw.

 

Because wedding cakes are like marriages: some settling may occur.

 

Thanks to Valentina V., Michele W., & Paula B. for sharing their wedding day woes. We're here for you, ladies. Right after we finish laughing.

Thursday
Mar152012

Jen's Top Ten Sham-Wrecks

This week the world watched in silent horror as bakers everywhere struggled to remember what a three-leaf clover looks like.

This post bears witness to the tragic results.

 

Money may not grow on trees, mom and dad, but I have it on good authority that butts do.

 

"Oscar the Grouch learns to finger paint."

 

This is actually a bird's eye view of a gigantic clover crowd-surfing.

If you're not seeing it, you're just not drunk enough. (Do something about that, won't you?)

 

And this is what happens when someone leaps into a bakery and cries, "Get me three alien bugs on a cookie cake, AND STEP ON IT!"

I know, I know; it's like I was actually there. Like I was a little green squished fly on the wall.

 

It's a tree. Or a keyhole. Or a tree-shaped keyhole.

Or a valid reason to drink another Guinness.

{HUZZAH!}

 

At first I totally thought this was a Canadian maple leaf made by a color-blind decorator.

Then I thought, "Wait, they wouldn't hire a color-blind decorator, would they?"

Then I laughed and laughed and had another Guinness. Because I'm Irish, and that's allowed. Because Guinness isn't just for breakfast anymore, people. It's also for elevensies.

 

[blinking]

Clearly I need more Guinness.

 

When Broccoli has an identity crisis:

"So my therapist's all, 'Try journaling!', and I'm all, 'MY FLORETS CAN'T HOLD A PEN, @$$HOLE.'

 

"Then I went home and vegged in front of the TV all week."

"Cool story, bro."

 

And finally, a personal favorite:

I imagine this cake's design came about something like this:

"What do you mean, clovers aren't yellow?

"Ok, ok, FINE, I'll add a green outline on top.

"What do you mean, it still looks a little plain?

"Ok, ok, FINE, I'll pour a bag of chocolate chips on it."

And you know what? I'm actually having a hard time imagining a situation that couldn't be improved by pouring a bag of chocolate chips on something. Seriously. Try to name one. YOU CAN'T.

[pouring chocolate chips in Guinness]

And so, friends, in conclusion: I actually kind of hate Guinness. Please send piná coladas. Tinted green. 

Thank you.

 

Also thanks to Juliet R., Katey W., Bethany P., Jodee R., Whitney C., Samantha G., Jess L., Lisa B., Bill A., & Jodee R. for sham-rockin' today's sham-wrecks.