Sometimes I like to think this blog might have a positive influence on current baking trends. (Oh, stop laughing. A girl can dream.) So, what do you say we mosey on over to a few of our nation's baby showers and see how things are going?
I mean, sure, "beby" is misspelled, and there's a giant funky headboard thing happening, and the doll is staring at me all creepy-like, but the baby itself is not edible. That's progress, people!
Hey, a lot of those letters are right.
You might be wondering how many tracts of land they had to search to find these two peas in a pod, or why the baker didn't make the "peas" green. That said, it's not a pregnant torso cake.
Plus it makes me want to start singing "Keep Walking" by the French Peas, so that's a "win" all 'round.
This next one may cause a bit of a flap, but I'll have no truck with such negativity:
After all, nothing drives home the beauty of motherhood quite like a pregnant mudflap girl. Eh? Eh?
Am I right?
Well, my friends, I think I've made my point: baby shower cakes are getting better! And all because of me! ME, I SAY!! BWAHAHAHAAA!!
Back to business as usual, then?
Thanks to Sose K., Krista M., Susan M., Bob S., & Carly A. for dashing my dreams. You cruel, cruel wreckporters, you.