cake

Call it a cake in a jar, call it a jark, I honestly couldn't care less what you call it, just get me a spoon and get out of my way!

This cake is like the edible version of an old-fashioned sound-stage musical number filmed with sweeping crane shots.

What do you think was corralled in that sweet Pocky fence? A cotton candy unicorn? A chocolate monster?

This is another awesome mindblower of a dessert. I love me some salty & sweet combo action so this lovely concoction with its popcorn and pretzels and m&ms and icing is pretty much the best "cake" I can imagine. Much like I can put away a giant bowl of popcorn in one sitting, I'm pretty sure I could eat at least half of this "cake" while watching The Biggest Loser.

Now that I have settled into my throne of sweetness I can survey my kingdom of Sweettooth! You there! With the Doritos! What do you have to say for yourself? Non-repentant?! OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!

You made a cake for Nancy for her birthday, nice work! Now how are you going to get it to her house? You need something with a lid disguised as cake. BLAMMO!

The master is at it again! Bakerella really does have incredible talent. This whole thing is edible, even the nutcracker's bulbous beard!

I'd like to think that this cake really does have lots and lots of separate little layers, each one wrapped in its own pretty tissue paper just a little different than the one below it.

The couple times I've gone to LA to visit, one of my favorite things to do is to drive through the Hollywood Hills in a rental car with the windows down. The views are spectacular, the breeze is lovely and how can you not feel glamorous cruising past the giant houses where movie stars live? The cake version looks like a rough drive, but munching on it would remind me of sunny vistas and gorgeous escape.

Hey bird! Why are you sleeping on my cake? I mean, you coordinate with it quite well and all but this isn't a nest, it's a dessert! You can't sleep here, you just can't. You're welcome to come to the party, just stay off the food okay?

It's almost time for one of my favorite holidays, St. Patrick's Day! I'm not concerned with my Irish heritage or collecting kisses or wearing green (though I do look very nice in green). No, I'm excited about my good friend Matt's corned beef. he cures a crapload of brisket and cooks it all day, then pairs it with his amazing home made sauerkraut and mashed potatoes and soda bread and Irish cheddar and dark beer and ohhhhhhh... I better get to the gym, I'm fixing to pack on a few pounds.

I don't know whether to eat it or put it in a museum for all the world to enjoy. And yes, the sparkler is absolutely necessary.

Oh cakey bear, you make red bean pudding so enticing. If that bowl were bigger I'd take a dip with you but as it is I think I'm gonna have to nom you.

My kingdom for a Harry Potter cake! This is just exquisite! It's a shame the birthday boy's name is Ronald since clearly this cake is not about our dear Mr. Weasley. Those lightning bolts and that golden snitch are all Harry all the way. Can I just nibble on a coin for a minute? I promise I'll be quiet and won't bother anyone!

Our fair submitter said she made these sweet treats for her daughter's "Night Owl" party. Amazing! I remember being in 6th grade and having slumber parties where we stayed up all night jacked up on sugar playing truth or dare and talking about boys until the sun came up. What happened to those days? I need to have a slumber party. Maybe this awesome mom will make me an owl cake too!