I have friends. But you know what's exciting about that? It's like this: my two friends are getting all married to each other. They're foodies. And therefore it only makes sense that I let them know about the "Self Cake." Or "My Size Cake." Or "I'm So Excited About My Special Day that I Want Everyone to Eat a Likeness of Me" Cake. Or "Oprah Cake." Anywho, I'm thinking of commissioning a wedding cake like the one in the picture, only it would look more like me and less like an African American woman with a large bosom. So, why a Me Cake of Me and not the bride? Simple. Because I'm awesome. There's that, but also there's the little fact that my dear friends have announced to me that I'm their official chosen minister of vow administration responsible for closing the deal. And as the responsible party in the center of this beautiful storm, I'm going to propose that we all arrange for a Me Cake sitting in the back of some awesome bakery with human size ovens. Yep. It's the perfect touch. The cake would look just like me, head to toe. It would be awesome. Me as a cake! It really doesn't get any better than that. I would taste fantastic. My spleen would be particularly scrumptious, with my esophagus a close second.
09 January 2008
Weddings and Me as a Cake
I have friends. But you know what's exciting about that? It's like this: my two friends are getting all married to each other. They're foodies. And therefore it only makes sense that I let them know about the "Self Cake." Or "My Size Cake." Or "I'm So Excited About My Special Day that I Want Everyone to Eat a Likeness of Me" Cake. Or "Oprah Cake." Anywho, I'm thinking of commissioning a wedding cake like the one in the picture, only it would look more like me and less like an African American woman with a large bosom. So, why a Me Cake of Me and not the bride? Simple. Because I'm awesome. There's that, but also there's the little fact that my dear friends have announced to me that I'm their official chosen minister of vow administration responsible for closing the deal. And as the responsible party in the center of this beautiful storm, I'm going to propose that we all arrange for a Me Cake sitting in the back of some awesome bakery with human size ovens. Yep. It's the perfect touch. The cake would look just like me, head to toe. It would be awesome. Me as a cake! It really doesn't get any better than that. I would taste fantastic. My spleen would be particularly scrumptious, with my esophagus a close second.
