I have dreamed of being honored in such a manner, but wasn't sure it would ever happen. My eyes fill with tears; my heart fills with pride.
I am a Wreckporter.
Have you started reading Cake Wrecks yet? It's a hilarious blog, and lately I've been scouring Wal-Mart's clearance baked goods for Wrecks. I found one recently; it was a small cake and marked down to $3.50 (though why no one would buy this gorgeous cake at full price is beyond me.) After using a stale loaf of clearance French bread to beat off several other wannabe Wreckporters, I snatched up the perfect little cake, bought it, photographed it, and sent it over to Jen, the brilliant Cake Wrecks blogger.
And yesterday...well, I'll let you read for yourself! My wreck is the first photo in the post.
I like what Jen said about it, but I'll also share with you what I wrote. I sent her the picture that she posted (which I've now given Jen all rights to, along with a partial ownership in my firstborn child) and also sent her this one:
And here's what I wrote in my e-mail to her:
It's two, two, two cakes in one!
First we have a lovely white candle (magically dripping red wax.)
Flip it over, and it's an exclamation point. Or is it a marshmallow being burned at the stake?
A cake that inspires such creative interpretations is truly a work of art.
I actually bought this cake (on clearance for $3.50) just so I could photograph it with something other than my crummy camera phone. What a sacrifice, for the sake of Cake Wrecks.
Then I ate it.