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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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Here's a little wrecky behind-the-scenes trivia for you: while I see and tag every photo submission that's sent in each week, I don't always see the e-mails they come in with. That's because my friend and wrecky minion Julianne downloads and names all the files for me beforehand.

The upshot of this is that I see photos with no context, unless Julianne sees fit to squeeze a short explanation into the file name. ("JohnS.sneeezed-while-ordering.jpg") It also means if you ever see a file name like ", you can blame/thank Julianne.

Most wrecks are pretty self-explanatory, of course, but then there are the ones like this:

Did the baker lapse into a hypnotic trance there at the end? Was s/he receiving coded messages from ET? In short, WHAT...[Shatner flail]...the heck?


Ok, I've just looked up the e-mail, and now that I know the answer I can totally see it. Take a minute and see if you can puzzle it out, too. If not, I'll spell it out for you at the end. [hint]


Sometimes bakers are kind enough to give us visual clues:  

Hang on, I'm getting something here...[putting hand to forehead]...yep....yep... ok, I got it! It was supposed to say, "CAMERON ON SHIRT." No need to thank me; I'm here to help.

(So...I guess Cameron may need a New Jersey. EH? EH??)


'Course, sometimes puzzling out a confusing cake can lead to all the wrong places:


I bet that's the last time Trin asks for "Cake, Cake, Cake!" on her cake. 



Thanks to Christy J., Michelle R., & Wade C. for finishing what you started. [And to John for the Van Halen reference. Hee.]


(So, did you guess that Christy spelled out Corinne's name on the bakery order form? You know "2 N's, 1 R?" With a star/asterisk to draw attention to it? You DID? Good, good. I've trained you well.)


Happy Birthday, White Guy!

Sarah C. writes, 

"I was answering a hundred questions while ordering the cake for my husband, Guy's, birthday.





'What do you want it to say?'

'Happy Birthday, Guy.'

'What color do you want that written in?'


"When I went back to pick it up, the woman at the bakery - who wasn't the decorator - gave me a strange look."


And I think I see why:  

"And all the fishes say I'm pretty fly for a (White) Guy!"


Thanks to Sarah C., who agrees that (White) Guy is looking awful green.