European!

Here's a bizarre message to find in a London display case:


Now, according to Mary there actually was an ATM behind her when she snapped this photo, so I guess it's a kind of edible FAQ page. Still, my question is: Where's the ATM when it's NOT behind me? And why even advertise where the broken toilets are?


Maybe it's some kind of European thing, Mary. You know: European? As in, you're...a...pee'in? Eh? Eh? Bazinga!

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Cool Character Sweets

What better way to celebrate Super Bowl Sunday than with some cool character sweets? (I know. That doesn't really make sense. Go with me here.)

Starting with Kung Fu Panda:

(Submitted by Barbara E. and made by Manjares)

And here's a little Homer Simpson made by the same baker:


An absolutely amazing Stewie from Family Guy:

(Made by Sandra W. A non-pro. Can you believe it?)

And an adorable Snoopy:

(Submitted by Jessi J. and made by Cakes By Francesca.)

For our fondant-free sweet, we have Sweetums from the Muppets:

(Submitted by Kate W. and made by her parents.)

And here's a great Mike Wazowski cake:

(Made by Caroline)

What better way to end than with Eeyore. Absolutely adorable!

(Made by London Cakes.)

Have a Sweet to nominate? E-mail it to me at Sunday Sweets [at] Cake Wrecks [dot] com.

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Happy Wending!

So Jen and I are in Texas, a state which apparently holds a deep and sordid hatred for me. See, I'm sick. Not dying-in-the-hospital sick but sick, nonetheless. And it's cold. And wet. And in the past week, we've moved ten thousand pounds of knick-knacks across Texas which, it turns out, takes approximately 7,000 hours to drive through, the whole time praying we don't plow into some random cow or windmill. Oh yeah... did I mention Jen's a bit grumpy?

So I'm doing today's wreck, and I'm pretty much just gonna rant. Let me set the stage:

Expensive wedding in the Philippines.
The finest catering.
The perfect beach setting.

And this:


I know, right? I feel the same way. But what I want to know is how hard is it, when you're on a freaking tropical island, to find fruit that isn't so close to being rotten that it makes your kids tipsy. And what's with the icing?!? I've iced a few cakes in my time and I've never seen anything like that. I take that back. Last week, my cat licked my shmeared bagel when I wasn't looking and it looked a lot like that. I mean seriously people!

*propping self up in hotel bed*

And another thing!

...

Nah... that's enough. Just one last thing: I've met a ton of Texans while I've been here and one thing is true of them all: they're all so stinkin' nice. What I want to know is how do you stay that way when your state is constantly trying to KILL YOU?!?!?!?!

*ABLEMFTHPTHGAK!!!*

(me sneezing)
(yet again)

Thanks to Erica.

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Recycled Wrecks

Ever wonder what happens to the personalized cakes customers refuse to buy?

Why, they get "fixed" and set out for another unsuspecting schmo valued customer to purchase, of course!

Sometimes you can even spot these Wrecky rejects, if you look verrry closely and have a keen eye for detail:

Just think of the lucky eight-year-old who got this for his/her birthday:

"You got my name wrong?!?"

"No, of course not, Sweetie!
We just bought you a cake someone else didn't want."

There are a few accepted methods for recycling a Wreck. In addition to the "Scrape 'N Sell" we saw above, there's also "The Schmear":


"The Glob":


And, my personal favorite, "The Ice-Out":

Like Wite-Out - only way, way more obvious.

Jonathan Y., Leslie E., Erica H., & Jake S., how wrong is it that I'm thinking buttercream Wite-Out is a pretty good idea? 'Course, you think the office supplies go missing a lot NOW. Heh.

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What's That Spell?

For all you football lovers out there, I *think* today's cakes all have football team names on them. (That's my keen deductive reasoning at work again. That, and the teensy plastic footballs.)

PRO TIP: Sometimes "sounding it out" doesn't always work out.

'Course, neither does this:

I especially like the dash. Go - Wreckerators!

"Zoot-a-lo! 'E' is missing!"

(Now try to read that aloud without sounding French. Go on. Eh? Am I right?)

Team Chorger is apparently made up of a single player. Aw. Sad.

This next one isn't so much a spelling error as it is a "Hey-o! Lunchtime!" error:

If the Patriots were from Detroit, this would be perfectly excusable:

What's worse than misspelling your team's name?

How about misspelling the name of your state?

Yowza.

Hey, is there an echo in here?

The NYJ's Jets? Isn't that like saying the ATM machine?
(Oh, see, NOW I'm hitting close to home, huh? Yeah. Don't feel bad; I've said it, too.)

This final one doesn't have a name at all, but I like this decorator's style:

It's simple yet effective, in a poetic kind of way. Which team will win? What's it all mean? Why are we decorating a big chocolate chip cookie with huge gobs of icing? Why?


Michelee U., Robert G., Will H., Rachel B., Lynda B., Molly S., Stacy M., Sarah O., & Elsha H., go! Fight! Win! (And call me when you get back, dahlings; I enjoy our visits.)

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