This post is for the gazillion Google hits I got on my old blog for people searching for “Krispy Kreme Donut Cakes”.
So This? Is my wedding cake. Yes. It’s made out of Krispy Kreme Donuts. Yes. A Krispy Kreme Donut Wedding Cake. The outer layer are powdered donuts to give the “white” appearance, but all the inner ones? Glazed, Baby. Because those? Are like bits of heaven, in the form of little rings. Most importantly? People talked about it all night long and they are STILL talking about it.
See? I wasn’t about to spend 800 plus dollars on a cake I wouldn’t eat, because I don’t eat cake. I mean – I eat cake – but I prefer various other desserts. LIKE DONUTS. (Is a donut a dessert? Let’s pretend it is.) I stumbled upon something somewhere that referenced a wedding cake made out of stacked Krispy Kremes. This sounded like a dream “cake” to me. So? I made one myself.
ALL total? It took about 30 minutes to make and cost about 100 dollars, stand and all. I bought the tiers for the stand at Michael’s and bought the cake topper at Wal-Mart. I just ordered enough donuts to stack on the tiers and asked them to send me a bag of powdered sugar to sprinkle around the outside since I new the sugar would come off the donuts as I stacked them.
Finally? The I went to the Target bakery and asked for 50 froze icing flowers in lavender. I used a butter knife to slide them off the sheet and onto my cake tiers to add a sort of decoration so it wasn’t just donuts. Not that there’s anything wrong with that!
It was the perfect solution for our tight-budget and unique wedding. It is also very cool to be able to say that I had a donut cake at my wedding. In case you were wondering the real motivation.
Oh – and if you see a few chocolate glazed donuts in there? It is because we didn’t order enough glazed and had to use the donuts from the groom’s cake, which my hubby picked out.
Am I a bad mother for not caring a lot that my son saw Janet Jackson’s breast during the Super Bowl halftime show? I mean, I flinched for a second fearing full nudity (yeah – I know – thats not going to happen) and braced to cover my sons eyes, but it was just a boob.
Okay – so I know I sound like MY parents when I say that my son’s generation is growing up faster than I had too. He will (has been) introduced to sex,drugs, and rock-n-roll much sooner than I was. So – why would I want to shelter him more than I was?
Don’t get me wrong – I’m not getting him a subscription to playboy for his birthday (he’s in 3rd grade), but I also didn’t dodge all the questions that arose from the Brittany/Madonna/Christina kisses. Which – by the way – he saw on the cover of the NEWSPAPER, NOT on MTV. I answered them the best I could. I didn’t fire off letters to MTV, or write editorials. I just said “No honey, they aren’t Lesbians, they are just performing, and that is part of their performance.” I don’t want my son to embrace his sexuality at age 9, but I don’t want to suppress it either.
So, am I right? Am I wrong? Whose to say. But I am pretty sure he’s NOT going to grow up to be a sexual deviant or a pervert simply because he saw Janet Jackson’s boob when he was 9. Now — Mr. Zoot on the other hand, may NEVER be the same….
Yesterday was the Super Bowl. Also known as “One of many annual events that Zoot feels it’s NECESSARY to binge eat the most unhealthy food imaginable”.
I decided this year to make it a two-day event.
We had a crock pot full of my special cheese dip, some homemade french onion dip, salsa, little chocolate peanut butter footballs, and the most sinfully chocolate birthday cake imaginable for a friend whose birthday is today. There was also an assortment of meats and cheeses for crackers. I ate so much crap that neither I, nor any of my family or friends, had room for the actual DINNER. I actually put 12 or so chicken breasts in the fridge because the were cooked, but no one had room to eat them.
Its sinful really. I mean – why do I put my body through that torture? None of those food had nutrional value – yet I ate, and ate, and ate, and ate. BUT – I did not eat enough, because there are LEFTOVERS. And what I am doing today?Trying to make sure there are no leftovers for tomorrow.
SO – if you need me, I’ll be in the bathroom vomiting because I’ve eaten 4 lbs of chocolate peanut butter footballs. And an entire jar of Salsa. Together.
If I’m not there? Look for me by the chocolate cake.