Scar party

One year ago my dear friend and colleague, Molly the science teacher, had a case of appendicitis that nearly killed her!  Her appendix exploded appendix juice and bits all over her body and she needed multiple surgeries to fix this and was out of work for weeks and weeks.  I hated not having her at work.  Which really just means I got so much more done when she wasn’t there.  It was awful.  Clearly. 

Coolest part?  She has the gnarliest scar from the whole ordeal.  I’ve seen it.  It took her awhile to accept the gnarliness of it all, but I think she officially has. 

So to mark the year anniversary of the crazy night one of her internal organs exploded and to celebrate the wonder of life itself, she had a Scar Party.  Instructions were to bring all your scars and the awesomely embellished stories that go along with them.  Oh, and she challenged everyone to bring a dish that was scar-inspired.  Hmmmm. 

I don’t have many scars.  And the scars I do have would need such crazy embellishing to match the stories I thought I’d hear at the party, that I opted for the latter creative challenge.  And, if I do say so myself...I really nailed it.

Menu:
Vanilla Cake (#68) with Strawberry Frosting (#69)

I threw ideas around for cupcakes that had scars drawn on them, a cake shaped like a man with all kinds of wounds and scars, etc.  Then I thought of my own scars, one of which I was marking an anniversary of my own.  And, so I decided to make a cake to represent our emotional scars.  

So I baked the cake in a square pan and a circle pan, cut the circle in half and attached the halves to two sides of square.  I frosted the cake.  And then I cut a big jagged piece off.  Viola.  Emotional scars.  Because...they hurt too!

It was quite the hit.  And it tasted awesome, too. 

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