I adore the website, www.cakewrecks.com It is a website that offers up, every day, pictures of cakes that have gone terribly, terribly wrong. It is unendingly hilarious, and I am forever grateful to my older sister, Beth, for bringing it to my attention.
The photos are not always kid-friendly (there's a helpful "NSFW" alert at the top of every post that is "not safe for work"), and there are many pastry-errors that fall into the "middle-school-boy-humor" category that I love so much. In other words, pre-screen any entries before sharing with your kids.
That being said, it is still hilarious, and often a great, playful way to teach your kids to study their spelling. The website is on boycott today to protest SOPA and PIPA (I don't know what those mean, but I think it has to do with censoring the internet--a great idea that promises to be 100% wrong-headed). But Jen, the comedic mastermind (and my long lost bff) behind Cakewrecks, posted this link on twitter. I laughed so hard I literally thought I might make myself sick.
I love old cookbooks. I love that there are 'dishes' in some of my mom's old cookbooks that make me cringe, dry-heave, and swear off various ingredients. (To be fair, many of these are relics of the misguided 'jello-mold' movement) But this cookbook takes the cake. And stomps on it. And makes it seem like three-day-old garbage you just can't look away from.
So, though it has nothing to do with adoption, enjoy this mysterious, terrifying, hilarious glimpse into American cuisine in the 1970's.
You're welcome.
And I'm sorry.
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