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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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Wait. This Calls for CAKE.

Jill S. writes,

"This cake was just sitting out at the local [name withheld so they won't sue me], where they evidently set (celebratory? awareness? cautionary?) cakes out for (forgetful? vengeful? thankful?) shoppers to buy. Other than that, I really have no explanation for the cake. At least it was properly spelled and punctuated."


Now, I'm not really sure what I was expecting when I opened the attached picture...

but it wasn't this: 




should I bring the ice cream?


Finding the Words, Losing the Lunch

For those of you who aren't planning on dumping your significant other this Valentine's day, there's still time left for that ultimate declaration of affection:

"Your love sticks to my socks when I walk in the woods."

Yep. That's love.


Here's an invitation to the Tunnel of Love if I ever saw one:


The Tunnel appears to have sprung a leak.



And who says you have to express your love for a *person*? Maybe you just really, REALLY love gardening:

He's a rakish sort of fella.


Just beware of cakes that require an explanation, because those can get messy fast.

"Why does the 'I' look like that?'s a thermometer! Yeah. You know, for taking your lurve temperature, IF you know what I...where are you going? Come back! I also have Cheerwine!"


Yep, when it comes to the big day, it's all about finding the right words:

These aren't them.





We have a winner!


Thanks to Jen M., Sarah A., Zoe C., Vanessa B., Allie D., Sara S., & Erica L. for proving that "huge me," much like the "super bowel," just never gets old.