Welcome to another installment of...
Confessions of a Master Baker!
"Ordinary bakers. Extraordinary feats of bad judgment."
[baker's silhouette speaking in disguised voice]
"I guess I got a bit carried away with the chocolate drizzle -- you know, it's always a bit of a crap shoot..."
"I made my mother-in-law deliver it."
"...and then I found myself smashing a disco ball on top of it."
[small sob] "I figured the lights would blind anyone who got too close!"
"They loved skiing. Nothing says 'skiing' like giant plastic pickles and shredded Parmesan, right?" [hiccups]
"I didn't realize how bad it was 'til the bride threw it at me."
"They said they wanted 'steampunk,' so I googled it. Gears, tentacles, balloons - I was all, 'Hey, I got this.'"
"And, boy, did I get it."
[sound of pages flipping]
[whispering] Formal professions of guilt...
"So then I said, 'hey, you know what'd be cute? Camouflage butterflies."
"But the bride just didn't see it."
Next week... on Confessions of a Master Baker:
"So I figured, put the babies ON the carrots..."
[light behind figures fades to black]
Thanks to Jessica W., Michelle B., Melanie J., Stella P., & Natalie S. for the delicious divulgences.