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I love my husband very much. So when I set out to prank him on our second anniversary, I wanted to do so in a way that would not only result in a laugh, but also without me getting divorced. See, he's more of a jokester than a prank-player. He's also the world's biggest crybaby -- meaning he's so tender-hearted, that if I played a trick on him, he'd probably burst into tears. So, well, I had to come up with something that wouldn't turn him into a sobbing mess. Two words: Meat cake. Holy shit, is there any idea that could possibly be more awesome? Not only would my husband be fooled into thinking it was a delicious sweet treat (which was the point), but the embarrassment and anger of being at the butt end of a prank would pretty much evaporate immediately. I mean, it's made of MEAT, and meat is delicious. (Though my husband may be a crybaby pussy, he is not a faggy vegan hippy.) I started out with 3 pans of burger. None of that low-fat crap. I added in some garlic salt & basil, and some worcestershire sauce. And some croutons, which I crushed up. Oh, and an egg. But really, none of that is important. Here is the meat.  Mashed potato frosting. Now, I didn't use REAL mashed potatoes for this, so that does lower the coolness factor. However, I wanted the frosting to be somewhat "not lumpy" so I used the instant kind. Also, we're poor and the boxed potatoes are only 89 cents. Only the best for my baby!  I put in some food coloring, so it'd be purple. Mostly because I thought purple mashed potatoes would be the most fucked up thing, ever. And it was. My daughter asked to lick the spoon, thinking it was covered in icing. WRONG!  My husband was happy to sit down for a slice.  Cutting.  What the fuck?  It's meat! And it's a cake! He's happy – no divorce pending.  Tastiest. Prank. Ever. | ||||||||||||
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