Blunders that Burn

Today's cakey slams are not intentional (honest!), but how are the recipients supposed to know that? Especially when you, the cake-orderer, can't stop laughing?

Two words:"plausible deniability." Let's all practice together, shall we?

When this shows up for Beth's birthday:

"Oh my goodness! Where ever did that extra 'c' come from?!?"


"Yes, Kyle, we ARE celebrating your going away, but, uh...wait. 'Celebrating' is the wrong word. See, there's no exclamation mark, so it's a sad thing. Try reading it in a sad voice."


"But not anymore."
("Just kidding! Hehehe.")

"'Freudian slip'? Don't be silly. You'll always be my angle. I mean, 'angel.' Heheh.
Oh, too soon for jokes? Yeah? Yeah. Ewwww kay."


"Vicky, I can explain. See, at first we thought it WAS your birthday, but then Joe thought maybe it wasn't, so we called the bakery, and...Vicky? Where are you going? Don't you want some cake? AAAACK!!

[wiping cake from eyes] "Well, I understand if that's how you feel about it. Joe, could you come over here, please? I have your piece of cake ready."


Beau S., Kyle C., Laura P., & Amanda P., I mean this sincerely: of all my Wreckporters, you guys are the latest.

I Think the Baker Used Too Much Oil...


I hate to jump on the BP-bashing wagon - and I hope you'll forgive me for being crude - but this sarcastic eco-wreck cake was simply too slick to pass up.

Thanks to skooksie & craftylildevil for spilling the...beans. By the way, I hear cake goes great with Texas tea.



UPDATE! Today, we have a special treat for all our RSS readers: an ad wreck!

Isn't it ironic? Don't ya think?

At least they're not whispering it in your ear.

Cryptic Cross Words

The art of cake insults was first discovered on May 4th, 1957 when a frat boy convinced his mother to write "You really are a FAT cat" on his buddy's birthday cake.

Today, many still attempt this sweet yet snarky tradition - but as these cakes show, few master it.


Ah, the classic "conflicting messages" mistake. Look, you can't tell someone you'll miss her and end with "Up Yours" - it makes no sense! The insult is lost in a sea of well-wishes! Odds are she's going to look at you with big Bambi eyes and ask, "Up my what?"

No, you've really got to commit to the insult. Give it your all!

Oh, come on, this is just embarrassing. "You are not the best" with a "ha-ha" chaser? Oh, gee. BURN.

Look, we're going for amusing yet zingy. Try again.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Er, look, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but this might be going a bit too far. We're aiming for good-natured mockery, not a restraining order. Rein it in a little, eh?


Ok, rule #1 in cake insults: misspellings completely destroy your credibility as critic. (Also applies to pretty much the entire Internet. Stay in school, trolls!)


Although, if you're lucky, sometimes a misspelling will result in an even better insult:

See, now instead of calling him a "geezer" you're insinuating he's incontinent. Score!!


Yep, I'd say the best cake insults are almost always the unintentional ones. (Plausible deniability, baby! Yeah!) So check back on Monday for some of the best whoopsies to ever land a guy on the couch.

Janna, Spencer B., Wendy B., Corie, & Michelle J., I would never insult you guys. Unless I got a cake out of it. Which isn't likely. So, yeah, I would (probably) never insult you guys.

Hungry Like a Wolf

I don't take many requests here on CW, but when Katie P. asked for werewolf Wrecks in honor of her friend's new all-girl werewolf book, I was intrigued. Haven't I always said there's a cake for everything? And besides, coming off of Sunday's literary sweets, this seems appropriate.

SO. Werewolf cakes. Right. This should be interesting.

Here we have the elusive half wolf, half cake breed:

Now, you might think that a cake sprouting a wolf head would look odd. That's where the pine sprigs come in.


Ever heard of Hover Cat? Well, here's hover wolf:

Or possibly centipede wolf. I'm not sure.

Whichever it is, here he is mid-transformation:

[maintaining a straight face (which is more than I can say for Mr. Weepy Pee here)]

Um, I get the feeling you're not buying this. That perhaps your confidence in my werewolf wreck-spotting ability is slipping.

Well, look, you can tell this next one's a wolf by the teeny little bone in front of him:

That's clearly the femur from some poor soul torn asunder by this hell hound human hybrid!

Ignore the weird ripply ear-or-possibly-wing-like things. It's a hell hound. Trust me.


Or, if you won't take my word for it, take a Canadian magazine's:

You know you can trust Canadians, right? And they claim this is a werewolf. I like his little 80's exercise headband and how his ears sprout from the side of his jaw.


Hey, Katie P., Sarah F., Alexander B., & Renee T., do your ears hang low?

Katie, I hope I've done your friend and her book proud. And for the rest of you, if you're tired of hunky guy werewolf books, give Claire de Lune a try.

Cakes For a Crowd

Okay, I get it. I know we're in a recession. I know we're all cutting corners to save some cash. I know we're all trying to shave precious minutes off our day so we can get home in time for LOST.

But can we stop sacrificing cake in order to save a few bucks? Can't we give every person his/her own special celebratory confection? (And for the love of Betty Crocker, whose idea was it to have less cake around during a party?)

Maybe it's because celebrating several things at once makes for a great party word-puzzle:

Just to recap: "Congrad Jonathan on 10th Congrad Wendy on 5pm & Happy Birthday IaKeia."
(Coincidentally, last time I celebrated my 10th and 5pm, I was at IKEA.)

Maybe it's because sometimes you need a reason to use up those extra office supplies:

And if you take a bite with a straight pin in it, you get to keep it!
(I guess when they told the bakery to "tack on" a few more names, they took it literally.)

Or maybe it's because busy cakes allow the decorator to hide unsightly monikers amongst a sea of names:


"Happy Birthday! Anica, Yvonne, An..." Whoa, whoa... what's that say??


Um...

{{scrubs eyes}}

Um...

I really want to crack a joke here, butt I don't want to say something tongue in cheek.
At least they didn't mistake it for art direction. [Rim shot!]


Congrad John M. on 12st, Congrad Lee B. at 9pm and, Laura D. on Happy Birthday Sam's Club!

Sweet Reading Sweets

Today's Sweets are in honor of National Children's Book Week. They're also for all of us out there who like to complain when a movie ruins the book. ;)


Harry Potter:

Submitted by Dara W., made by Karen's Specialty Cakes


Lord of the Rings: (not exactly a kid's book, but who among us didn't read it in school?)

Sub'd by Julie G., and also made by Karen's Specialty Cakes

Not sure if this next one is supposed to be a specific title, but there are several Tinkerbell/Pixie Hollow books out now, in addition to the classic Peter Pan:

Made by Annie at Annie's Art Book.

That's hand-painted! And the rope bookmark is darling.


You know we have to have at least one Dr. Seuss title here:


I am so impressed by those circle stripes. They're not fondant; they're a combination of royal and run-in icing. Cool, huh?


Here's a test: can you name this classic book icon?

Sub'd by Sarah E., baker unknown

Did you guess?

It's The Giving Tree! Love it.

Another classic:

Sub'd by Tiffany H., made by The Whole Cake and Caboodle


And check out these sweet Where the Wild Things Are cupcakes:

Sub'd by Cebelamour, made by Claire Issa


The Spiderwick Chronicles:

Sub'd by Trista C., made by Lisa's Cakes

And finally, the book that became one of my favorite movies as a kid:

Sub'd by Heidi E., made by Say it with Cake

Bonus trivia: Did you know The Neverending Story was originally written in German? It wasn't translated into English until 1983, and the movie was then released in '84. As a kid I didn't realize there even was a book - I discovered and read it sometime in my twenties. (The movie follows the original story almost exactly - a nice surprise!)

What $1,000 Gets You In Texas

Groom's cake: $400


Wedding cake: $600

Having the two biggest wrecks in a state where everything's bigger?

Priceless.

(Okay, not really; it's a thousand dollars.)


Thanks for putting those Longhorn cakes in perspective, Shelley G.