There is something eerie and disturbing about food that is disguised as other food.
I thought this genre reached it height - or should I say its depth - with marzipan pigs.
I was wrong.
I thought this genre reached it height - or should I say its depth - with marzipan pigs.
I was wrong.
Not to be confused with the best cake in the world, which I made this weekend for my squeeze the Cheez's birthday.
Hey, at least it doesn't come with frosted red fake "ketchup."
