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Perhaps they were just baked with love? . Especially the broken glass one.Ayahuasca Mimosas, anyone?
Perhaps they were just baked with love? . Especially the broken glass one.Ayahuasca Mimosas, anyone?
You should see some of my baking failures. I made something my ex refers to as cookie puddle. I read the cookie recipe, KNEW it sounded wrong, saw that the dough looked like batter, and still baked off the cookies. I was so angry. He loved it, and teasingly asks when I'll make another. I had gotten the recipe from a bag of store brand morsels. They must have gotten a lot of complaints. They've fixed the recipe.I get that cake making is art+skill. And it takes time to turn a bomb ass cake.
I just don't understand how people fail so miserably. Like, halfway through did they just say fuck it and start throwing icing at the cake?
Sprinkle bomb?
I'm absolutely disgusted that @soren10 has tried to threaten and silence @AlteredEgo .
I'm just as impressed with and in awe of @AlteredEgo as I usually am .
Agreed! Ignore .
One year my Mom had a great cake made for my brother. An amazing cake, camo with a full rack and safety orange pops. She, unfortunately, entrusted the carrying of the cake to me. I tripped and dropped the cake. Still edible, but ass ugly. Back to the bakery, the nice lady whipped a slightly less fabulous camo cake, sans antlers, in almost no time, a true pro. On the way into the house, mom dropped this one. Again, still edible, cuz the box, but in no shape to be served at the party. One last trip to the bakery, who at this point thought she was being pranked and kept looking for cameras. My brother ended up with a plain chocolate cake with his name and happy birthday on it.
What sounds like a tragedy worked out great for all the kids.. there were three full-sized cakes to devour.
Ayahuasca Mimosas, anyone?
with peyote sugar frosting the rim of the glass.
Drink up, drink up and spin around.......spin aroundddd......
That’s amazing! What fantastic memories!My mother had a degree in fine arts. My birthday cakes were all magical. I remember once being asked what I wanted. I said, "candy". She obliged me. I got a chocolate cake that had candy pieces in, had candy filling, and was coated in candy. I now know exactly how badass that cake was. Another time I held up my prized possession, a Strawberry Shortcake doll. Next thing I know my house turns into a fantasy land Strawberry Shortcake everything, including the cake, hand made decorations and invitations. In retrospect, I realize my mother dressed herself as the Purple Pieman, my favorite villain at the time. Damn' I had a good bunch of birthdays.