When The Junior Wreckerator Has Become The Master

Welcome to another installment of...Confessions of a Master Baker!"Ordinary bakers. Extraordinary feats of bad judgment." [baker's silhouette speaking in disguised voice]"So then," [blowing nose] "Then I told my husband to just bring me more plastic flowers, but we were OUT OF PLASTIC FLOWERS." "I still have nightmares about brown sugar and chocolate shavings."[whispering] Confessions... "They said they wanted 'Starry Night.' Everyone knows Starry Night, right? So I drew it from memory. "Turns out I don't know Starry Night."[whispering] Telling Secrets... "What can I say? I panicked. I grabbed the can of silver spray..." "... and told the bride it was Art Deco!"[whispering] Declarations... "I thought a fondant ribbon down the side would distract from the lopsidedness. "... Which it did. So I guess, you know, that worked."[whispering] Professions, but not in a job-like way... "How hard is it to throw a few rose petals on a cake?" "Easier than dodging a whole wedding cake, that's for…