Confessions Of A Master Baker

Welcome to another installment of...Confessions of a Master Baker!"Ordinary bakers. Extraordinary feats of bad judgment."[baker's silhouette speaking in disguised voice]"I guess I got a bit carried away with the chocolate drizzle -- you know, it's always a bit of a crap shoot..." "I made my mother-in-law deliver it." [whispered] Confessions... "...and then I found myself smashing a disco ball on top of it." [small sob] "I figured the lights would blind anyone who got too close!" [whispered] Revelations... "They loved skiing. Nothing says 'skiing' like giant plastic pickles and shredded Parmesan, right?" [hiccups] "I didn't realize how bad it was 'til the bride threw it at me." [whispered] Disclosures... "They said they wanted 'steampunk,' so I googled it. Gears, tentacles, balloons - I was all, 'Hey, I got this.'" "And, boy, did I get it." [sound of pages flipping]Uh... ah![whispering] Formal professions of guilt... "So then I said, 'hey, you know what'd be cute? Camouflage…