Fellow blogger Johanna found this sugary beauty on Dlisted and instantly thought of me. (And yes, that is most certainly a loaded compliment.) I’m imagining the cake consultation meeting on this, where the bride sat there and nodded emphatically, “Yes, it is a good idea for them to recreate me with six layers of Duncan Hines and five pounds of buttercream. Yes, I definitely want to have a few lucky guests get to stand there awkwardly while they get Cake Me’s netherregions portioned off and plopped down on their dessert plates. Yes, I want to inspire guests to stand around and joke, c. 1984, ‘What did you think of, Ray? What did you think of?'”
Although frankly, the other potential applications for this cake are numerous. Office birthday parties—It’s your special day so tell your boss to eat you. Literally! Bar mitzvah—Today Jacob is a man…and a delicious red velvet!
Incidentally, since couples are supposed to save the top layer of their wedding cake to eat on their first anniversary, do you suppose they just cut off Cake Her’s head, Saran Wrapped it and chucked it in the freezer? Because that would be the most romantic first anniversary ever. Provided, you’re cannibals with a sweet tooth.