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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

Friday Favs 6/26/15

Some of my favorite submissions this week:


They asked for mountains:

And never has "Good Luck" looked quite so sarcastic.


Tessa tells me this wedding cake was supposed to look like bark:

Bark, huh?

Well, it DOES look pretty "ruff."

Eh? EH?

Oh, who asked you.


Guess where they wanted the 10:

"What am I, a mind reader?"


Not since the fictional peanut butter truck collided with the fictional chocolate truck has such a brilliant combination been accidentally discovered!!!

Just kidding.

But let's be honest: Duck Dynasty Hunger Games? You'd watch it.


And finally, Kelley asked for this wedding cake design:

Except with red pearls and no flowers.


Unfortunately, her baker confused "pearls" with "Atomic Fireballs.*"

...and then apparently smoothed out the icing with a hairbrush.


*Anyone else remember Atomic Fireballs? Those spicy cinnamon jawbreakers?

I'm... I'm showing my age again, aren't I.



Thanks to Jessica G., Tessa R., Lauren R., Lisa W., Andrea L., & Kelley T. for the giggles.


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Everyone's going nuts this week about the baby shower cake with bear vaginas on it.

Not bare vaginas, mind you; BEAR vaginas:




The bakery claims those are NOT vaginas, of course; they're "seams."

Crotch seams.

On teddies.

For a christening.

[ ... ]

[side eye]

Hey, don't look at me. My lips are sealed.

But I have no doubt the truth will soon be laid bear bare.

In addition to making an otherwise great cake, the bakery also gave the irate mom some flowers to cover the bear-y baby cannons*, so when push comes to shove, I say we cut them some slack. Sure, it might rub you the wrong way, but remember: sometimes this kind of reproduction can really hit the spot.

[*"Baby cannons" is my new favorite euphemism. THANKS, INTERNET.]


A standing ovulation for all of you who sent in this article. Thanks for all the hooing and hawing!


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