it would have to be pretty wrecked for me not to eat it

So the SnackManiac has received a few tips about this blog called Cake Wrecks. The premise of this blog is that they post pictures of cake decorating gone wrong. It is hilarious.

Here is an example of a "cake wreck:"


I have been hesitant to post about Cake Wrecks for several reasons:

1) It is really funny and you might start reading it instead of SM.

2) I truly appreciate the handiwork of the team at the Giant bakery counter who have brought us delightful snack-memories such as this. I would not want to discourage their craft by promoting this ridicule.

3) Many a cake has been wrecked at the hands of the SnackManiac. These things happen.

UPDATE:

Here is the picture of the cake that G got me (and subsequently wrecked) for my birthday. It is a quarter sheet cake, so it is about the size of a sheet of paper. G bought a tube of icing that you are supposed to also buy the decorating tips for, but he didn't realize this at the time. So the icing stream was roughly the diameter of the garden hose and G had to dispense with all pleasantries and stick to business:

I can't quite put my finger on it...

Halloween is definitely the time of year for highly disgusting (and often questionable) snacking. And I am not talking about the Baby Ruth bars you might get in your trick or treat bucket.

I am talking about things like this (!!!)



Your eyes do not deceive you, those are "chocolate and pretzel witch fingers." What a fright!

This spooky snacker seems to have a real fascination with snacks that look like witch hands, but are actually made out of food, but are almost too gross looking to eat. Which is a really narrow genre of snackage.

Snack foul

Ordering a raspberry mocha with whipped cream and a sausage, egg and cheese sammie at Starbucks.

My name is SnackManiac and I do NOT approve this snack.

I DO love these cookies

This weekend G and I drove many miles and past many Applebees en route to a wedding festivity for some friends. It was at a beautiful estate in the middle of almost nowhere (note: to give you a snack-related sense of just what kind of nowhere I am talking about, we stopped at a DQ where you could get 10% off your order if you had that day's church bulletin with you. SM has a lawsuit pending, separation of church and snack.)

The food was fantastic. Lots of apps and a delicious salad with feta and apples. They also had one of those candy buffets, which the children and I enjoyed thoroughly. Swedish Fish and Jordan almonds are a lovely and sophisticated after dinner treat.


The highlight, however, was a little tray of sweets MADE BY THE BRIDE HERSELF!!! I thought part of the deal with being a bride was to sit around and look pouffy and have people do things for you. But NO! This bride knew that she could provide the best snacking for her guests, so she did it herself. That is the kind of commitment to high quality snacks that I appreciate.

There were homemade truffles and "wedding cookies" which I believe are a snack claimed by the Mexicans and Italians and probably some other snackers, domestic and international alike.

Our table gobbled them up shortly upon delivery. Lucky for us, my new friend Henry was seated next to me and, equipped with his new Puma sneaks, darted across the porch to save some trays that were being bussed from other tables. (Don't trash those snacks!)

There is nothing wrong with snack scavenging, don't let anyone tell you otherwise.