I'm trying to keep my business, my triplets, and my waistline under control. I excel at one of those, fail at another one of those, and one is a work in progress. Which is which is day dependant.

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Cakes Gone Wrong

Quite possibly, one of the funniest blogs I've ever seen...people, there is just NO excuse for this kind of, ahem, skill. In defence of pastry chefs everywhere, I will say that sometimes, customers ask for some seriously weird shit. (says she who recently made a cake with a picture of a freakin' UGLY monster, who is from some crazy video game - War of Worlds, or something?) Even *I* couldn't make that monster pretty.




Claire - Matching Pegs said...

I seriously laughed until I cried. I laughed so much my stomach was sore.

This is a goldmine of bad cakes, I looked at them all.

"Get Me Holly Hobbies Head on a Platter" was the one that started me laughing hysterically, especially when I got to the bit about the duck whistle.
Thanks for making my night !

Olika said...

OK, if anyone wondered about my sister's talent...well this blog takes the cake (sorry, bad pun). As I often read my sister's blog and see photos of her work, my mouth drops with sheer adoration, admiration, and loving awe at what my sister is able to do with cake and icing. As I read, the silence in the room is only preceded by a thundering "WOOOOOOW". On the other hand, with these cake disasters, my mouth dropped as well, except in this case to a thundering, whole-hearted laugh, chuckle, etc. to the point of crying. For my sister, Mary Poppins and a ceiling comes to mind (Remember the scene with all of the names for the different laughs?) So... thanks Michelle for a delightful fifteen minutes of laughter (I needed that) and for being such an amazing, loving, and talented sister (even if you live at the end of the Earth and spend your days upside down while I miss you terribly-sorry had to say that) With much love, Your sis

emzeegee & the hungry three said...

Hi Sis,

Thanks for your comment...now you're making ME cry. I promise not to make you a cake which says, "Don't worry, it's just FNS." *hysterical laughter*