I made these shark cakes not because it's Shark Week (according to the oracle of Twitter) but because my friend Jerry celebrated her quarter of a century yesterday with a Virgin Suicides themed picnic and requested (hinted heavily for) them. Despite the heavy retching I did over the heated-up icing (HATE THE STUFF) I was very proud of them and showing them off like a child who's just managed to write their name. I'm not normally so hot at receiving praise but I lapped it up for these. WORD.
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