The protein bride looks really angry at the carbohydrate bride.
Very late last night I was running around in the internet and I found a website called Cake Wrecks- a collection of photos and commentary on failed bakery cakes. It made me laugh so hard I had to stuff a pillow in my mouth so I wouldn’t wake anyone up. Seriously, the bed was shaking. If anyone had seen me they’d have thought I was in the throes of grief. No, my friends, not grief. Cake-induced mirth, possibly the best mirth of all.
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Intermittent food blogging:
July 28, 2008 at 6:18 pm |
I wonder how much that cost. And how awkward for her guests to be eating the bride. CRRREEEEEEPY
July 28, 2008 at 6:23 pm |
I would have loved to have seen the guests at the reception be let loose and just go at the thing like wild flesh-eating zombies.
Do you think they avoided serving any “unseemly” areas?
July 28, 2008 at 8:50 pm |
wow, she looks REALLY unimpressed…
July 29, 2008 at 1:33 pm |
[...] who demand that the perfect cutlery be flown in from Sweden, or, you know, that the cake be a life-sized replica of themselves. Plus, Waffle House is [...]
August 10, 2008 at 7:16 am |
Okay, update. Apparently the bride is West African, where effigies are a cultural tradition, and she’s dreamed of a cake like this since she was a little girl and saw one at someone else’s wedding. Apparently they tried to make a groom cake too, but there wasn’t time. And apparently only the skirt is cake; the head & torso bust is an inedible sculpture. Now I feel bad for laughing at someone’s tradition of effigy. You’d think I’d be more understanding what with the giant life-sized statue of Star Trek’s Lieutenant Data that I forced my very non-Trekkie university housemates to endure for 4 long years. And at the end I didn’t even let them eat his skirt.
August 12, 2008 at 12:17 am |
You had a life-sized Data effigy? Marry me? I think it’s legal in Massachusetts and Cali. Or here in NYC, you could just civil unionize me–oh, but are there dues for that?
I love ST:TNG.
August 16, 2008 at 2:43 pm |
Lovely post. Please add my email address to your list and email me the updates if possible. I always like to read your blog and comment on it.
September 9, 2008 at 4:09 pm |
I loved the post. I think your thinking is nearly matching the great sukrat’s cocept.
September 22, 2008 at 5:00 pm |
Medoooooooooooo
September 23, 2008 at 5:47 pm |
Isso que é comer a noiva, hehe.
January 31, 2009 at 10:39 pm |
Thanks for the enlightment on the tradition of effigy
part.
That’s important, but still, the carb vs. the protein
bride – priceless. :)
April 9, 2009 at 6:30 am |
I think that it is a very interesting and amusing article. Practically all its main points are true.