

Or how about the decorated three-layer cake that melted like a candle burning at both ends?

Lucky for you, there were a few baked horrors that I was charitable enough to keep under wraps . . . among them the purple scone batter from Hell. That one was exorcised from the household before it could fulfill its hideous fate.

And here we have a pan of recalcitrant mini-cornbread loaves that just wouldn't get with the program.

Despite its deceptively normal appearance, this coy imposter, pictured below, masqueraded as a classic yellow layer cake with caramel frosting. In reality, however, it was a cake so rubbery and unpalatable, so devoid of genuine flavor and appeal, partially enrobed in a frosting so disgustingly, outrageously sweet, it could only be safely served to humans if accompanied by a gallon jug of fresh insulin.

Oh, and here we have the loaf of bread that wishes it had been born an envelope.


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Okay, I think that's enough for now. You alright? Want me to call someone for you?
Just go lie down for a while. I'll check in on you tomorrow.
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