I posted some Halloween wedding cakes, which people seemed to like. So here’s another series of skull-themed cakes (inspired by a post on Haunt Style.
The following come from a great post on Skulls and Bacon, and random image collections I’ve saved:
It’s not always easy to make gray icing appealing, but I think this cake pulls it off:
This one has real charm to it:
Mmm…anthropological…
Great job on the “fabric” icing.
A few more wedding cakes…
I went to a lovely wedding over the weekend, which inspired me to post a few of my favorite Halloween wedding cakes.
I happen to think Halloween is a fantastic day to get married (though if you’re aiming for a Saturday wedding and missed it this year, you now have to wait until 2015).
Some cakes feature Tim Burton characters and themes (a natural choice I suppose).
And some have skeleton/zombie cake toppers.
Technically, this cake is “pirate themed,” but I feel it works here.
And for the non-wedding variety:
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Now, one that is unrelated to Halloween, but nevertheless amazing (they went with a Giger design as opposed to aliens popping out of flesh…definitely the classy route):
Count Chocula and Frankenberry have carved out quite a niche for themselves in the realm of sugary themed breakfast treats. But I find the third General Mills monster cereal, Boo Berry, to be tragically underrepresented.
This is how it all began in the early 70’s:
From the very start, this character was ostracized and poorly treated:
Stoners across the world may be disappointed to discover that the ghost (despite being created in the 70’s) is not supposed to be high. He is based on actor Peter Lorre, hence the heavy lids and off-kilter grin. Though Boo does often appear to be under the influence, I prefer to think of him as chronically relaxed. Ghosts can be so uppity sometimes.
Besides, mixing Boo Berry and drugs may cause severe impairment of judgment:
There were some stellar toys as well. Presenting the LEAST scary ghost on earth! You WANT this guy haunting your house, because it would basically be like having a quiet, agreeable friend over. Don’t you just want to ask him to bring over a video and some popcorn?
You can also dress up as Boo (I was surprised to see this on the Spirit store website, since my Halloween partner in crime and I recently combed every inch of the place and surely would have noticed this in stock).
I originally saw this box on a mislabeled site, claiming it was from the 80’s. Turns out it’s a 2008 incarnation (thanks, Brian!). Time for a close-up!
Naturally, the most recent version of the box has fallen victim to the pristine, homogenized, airbrushed artistic tendencies of our current decade. Boo appears younger and thinner, as if he’s had an eye lift procedure and taken up amphetamines.
In my opinion, the modern design is soul-less by comparison. Part of Boo’s charm was his simplicity. He doesn’t need bright, shiny eyes or castles emerging from his head.
Boo, if you’re reading this, we loved you the way you were: dazed, lethargic, and packed with delicious blue crunchy pellets.
Do they still sell this cereal anywhere? Let me know if you’ve seen it in stores near you, because I haven’t in years.
This gets the award for least appealing cake of the week:
A naked mole rat, arguably one of nature’s most hideous creatures (even by my standards, and I’m quick to adore wildlife). Something about the shaded folds of tan icing turns my stomach.
I always thought I’d happily eat any kind of cake, even in the shape of a hairless rodent…but now I’m not so sure.
The (obvious) source
More posting later, but I’d like to share this anomaly I found in my candy today. It appears to be a zombie peanut M&M. Amidst the unnaturally bright and shiny pieces was one that could only be described as gray, vein-riddled and UNDEAD.
I swear I didn’t alter the M&M or the photo…look closely. It’s really corpse-like. Somehow this makes me even more excited for Halloween season.
I’m about to fly from LA back to my home in NY so I don’t have time for a proper post (many trip highlights and fun stuff to come!). I’ll just share some things that have been crowding my desktop this week before taking off.
I need to know where they find their ingredients:
And on the flipside:
This cake awakens my empathy:
And this one is just genius for other reasons:
Kellar, teach me this amazing party trick!
See you tomorrow from my home base!
What better way to commemorate leaders of the past than turning a likeness of their corpse into a giant cake?
To mark the 136th anniversary of V.I. Lenin’s birth (odd number to celebrate, no?), artist Yuri Shabelnikov created this life-sized cake in the late nineties.
I love the expressions on the children. The head section was saved for VIPs, naturally.
Source (of course)
My recent death by chocolate post reminded me that I’ve been meaning to share the work of Stephen J. Shanabrook (not to make light of the tragedy, of course).
I’m not sure what it says about me that I could happily eat his series of Morgue Chocolates:
Shanabrook’s work with chocolate includes other mildly disturbing, metly delights.
You’ll find a whole array of uncomfortable material, unconventionally displayed in his collection. For example, Heroin paraphernalia mounted in display cases like moths.
He is all about contradiction…candy and razor blades…if you’d like to see more, check out his site.
Well, here is one of those outlandishly morbid “be careful what you wish for” lessons. I often joked that I’d opt for death by chocolate, if given a choice…some Wonka-eqsue vision of being smothered in my favorite treat.
It was funny…until it happened to someone. Now I just feel awful.
My sweet dreams have turned so sinister…
Nowadays, meat novelties are around every corner. T-shirts, car air fresheners…you name it. Here is a store that was nearly 90 years ahead of the pop culture “meat boom.”
Everything in the store, except the actual fixtures, is made of candy. So well are all the meats imitated that the hams smell of that salty tang that is so familiar to all of us. The summer sausage looks like summer sausage, but it isn’t—it’s candy. Not only does all the candy represent some form of meat but it is made to please the palate. At first, Chicago people doubted the reality of these confections, but time and taste have taught them that this store sells “quality goods.”
As a person who has literally given candy meat as a gift to my dearest friends, I would love to see a tiny place like this open up in NYC or Brooklyn.
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