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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

Entries in Oh Poop (57)


Coming Up Roses

Like love and marriage - or a horse and carriage - icing roses and cakes just go together.

Perhaps I should rephrase that.

What I mean is the two are a really natural combination.

Am I having a seizure? I feel like I'm having a seizure.

A combination of grace, beauty...

...and, of course, cat poop:

And, since roses are one of the first things a baker learns to make - not to mention what they make the most often - you can always trust an icing rose to be the finest example of what a baker can do.

We're doomed.

No, no, I'm sorry; that came out wrong. What I mean is: uh, let's see how they do on rosebuds!

Ok. Yeah. Doomed.

Thanks to Angela G., Elizabeth W., Freidel I., Tiffanie, Christina C., & Ali S., who were hoping to see some icing sleds on that last cake, because they're intellectual like that.


Let's Hear It For The Bird

Woohoo! It's Thanksgiving! And in honor of the occasion, our trusty turkey cakes have prepared a little message for us:

Well. That's...depressing.

(Oh, and btw, parents, making little screaming sounds when you cut the head off may seem hilarious now, but those therapy bills later are a total buzzkill.)

Let's see if we can't find some more chipper birds, shall we?


Let's see if we can't find some more chipper birds, shall we?

The sign says, "Eat beef."

Beyond that, I have no answers.

Take away the giant piece of plastic, and this next one is just a big hand... us the bird.

[Ba-dum bump!]

But seriously, are there no cheerful turkey cakes in here?

"I am far too consternated by my Groucho eyebrows and gaping body cavern to be cheerful."

"Yeah, I'm feeling pretty down in the dumps, too."

"I am terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought."

"And I have no head."

[sing-song] "But I do-ooo!"

You doo-doo indeed, mon.

Thanks to Lacee H., Vicky J., Mike T., Julie M., Jimmy, Aaron, Cristina, & Kelli E., who think those dread logs are Rastafar-Out!