I think this needs a whole new category...

Nothing tells Dad you love him quite like a slab of cake that looks like bloody meat. Yeesh. However, since it was executed well (get it? "executed"? I kill myself. Get it? I "kill" myself? I'm slaying you in the aisles, I know. Get it?) I've had to invent a whole new cake category:

[Drum roll, please]

The new category IS...
"Close-Your-Eyes Cakes"

[cymbal crash]

Because while we can appreciate the talent required to make a cake that looks like, for example, a bloody steak (I mean, just look at that fat casing!), we don't really relish the thought of eating it with our eyes open. We're pretty sure we'd be half-cringing up until the last second, praying all that "blood" really is icing.

I'd Still Eat It

My husband took one look at this and declared it the least appetizing cake he'd ever seen. Bingo! Today's post!

Ok, granted, that may be how "Clare" spells her name, and the other spelling error may be intentional (though I couldn't hazard a guess as to why...), but we cannot ignore the brown dripping goo with the pink roses - we just can't. In the words of my hubby, "Blech-ag-ack".

Oh, and I love the huge kitchen knife waiting in the wings - you can almost hear Mr. Black Shoes saying "Take the picture, will ya? I'm hungry!".