Have I ever talked about our slight obsession with Sky Mall? Mike and I are fascinated by Sky Mall. Who needs to shop in the air? Why are their products so weird? Where can we put this globe that would secretly open to reveal our liquor stash?
To be fair, I did order part of Mike’s birthday present from Sky Mall. It was this awesome chair. It flips over! And turns into a step stool! I highly recommend it. However, you should know that the instructions leave out some things. I tried to put it together myself, but lo, that did not happen.
Anyway. When Mike and I flew to New York back in October, we of course looked at the Sky Mall magazine. We laughed at the globe (our favorite Sky Mall item) and Mike happened to see this giant cupcake pan. When we got home, he said, “I am going to order that pan and use it for the Male Bakeoff.” And thus, a theme was born. (Full disclosure: he ordered it from Amazon instead because it was cheaper. Sorry, Sky Mall.)
So over the past week, Mike made ten of these.
That’s right. Ten. Because we are known here for subtlety and restraint.
But, no, that was not enough. He also had a plate. And some giant tortilla chips. He took his own tablecloth and “fork” and “napkin” and (giant) “glass” (which was really a vase). With his ten giant cupcakes, all those things, his own table, and a Happy Birthday sign, he managed to piss off the decorating committee and create his very own birthday party. For, of course, Goliath. Happy first birthday, buddy.
You can see some of the other fabulous entries here (this year’s theme was Mardi Gras), but I wanted to highlight a few of my favorites.
Our neighbor’s Super Bowl trophy (Rice Krispie Treats plus fondant):
The Gingerbread Bible (please notice GingerJesus on the cross – this year’s Most Biblical winner):
Fancypants Super Bowl stadium:
And this was the table with the trophies.
You may remember a few years ago when the table was simply titled “Booty!” This year we have “Booty-ism.” Let me explain. A few months ago, during a sermon, our pastor meant to say “Buddhism” and actually said “Booty-ism.” Because the other 30-somethings I sit with are as mature as I am, we giggled a lot and have not let him live it down, suggesting songs such as “Baby Got Back” for the offertory and “Bootylicious” for the anthem. And so, rather than simply “Booty,’ this year our prizes reflect the Booty-ism that we have come to value so much. (Also, please notice that the trophies have been redesigned this year.)
This year, Mike walked home with Most Creative, which is a worthy prize for his effort. As he was setting up, one of our friends wanted to make sure he knew that there was no cash prize to help offset the cost of all that cake. I assured her that this is not about cash. It is about REPUTATION. Luckily his is safe for another year.
And now, to start scheming for next year.