That night I went to my sweet little Book Group in Mill Valley - formed of various members of the San Rafael Mother's Club - for a nice sit-down dinner and good adult conversation. Sounds very civilized, right? Sure, we sipped wine and enjoyed some fine food - and then out "came" dessert.
In case you can't read it (or have turned away in horror), it says "Your Day Has Cum". It is Pepto Pink, cream-filled, with special icing touches such as the white in the front and black around the...bottom. Now, even with this attention to detail, this has to be the least threatening rendition of the male organ that I have seen - it looks more like a toy gun of some kind. The flourishes around the base confuse me, but even better, I LOVE to think about the person decorating this cake, humming a little tune as they carefully place the swipes of black hair just so. And poor thing, it only seems to have achieved a dribble, although the volume looks sizeable - but hardly the money shot heard 'round the world. Wah, wah.
What do they use as a model, I wonder? A photo? I think not. This one seems to be from memory...or something.
To be fair, the book selection for this month was sex-themed : "Bonk" by Mary Roach. And we agreed to have a sort of GNI (Girls' Night In) in lieu of a serious discussion, so this cake didn't appear totally out of the blue - or the flesh-pink, as it were.
Still.
I think we have a Cake Wreck candidate on our hands, people!
