My cakes are legendary in my house: stunningly ugly, but at least they taste good. One year I forgot to let the cake cool completely before icing the multiple layers (to hold more icing, of course), and no number of toothpicks unskillfully placed could keep the layers from sliding off and becoming the Leaning Cake of Pisa. Martha Stewart, I am not. Though I do make everything from scratch which almost makes up for the ugliness of my cakes.

My kids made a cake this past week at their dad's house. I'm pretty sure he had never made one before, either, and even though they used a mix I am told that the project took about 4 hours. They brought the leftovers over this morning,and you know what? It was pretty good.

And it's totally got me thinking about this huge-ass cupcake. Doesn't this picture make you want one? I mean, like RIGHT NOW? Forget icing 3 dozen tedious little things, why not just slather on a can of frosting (or make your own!) on this baby and you've got a delicious heart attack all ready to happen!

Cake. What a way to go.