Not for the Squeamish...

My friend Kim brings out my ornery side.  Kim used to work in my school and is a master of good-natured teasing.  So I learned to dish it right back.  She especially loves slightly rude, earthy humor.  I have given her silly presents (like a plastic reindeer that poops out brown jellybeans) and once made her a kitty litter cake (with tootsie roll "surprises") and they only endeared me to her even more.  Last summer, I saw an unusual cupcake idea and just KNEW that I would make it for Kim.  So I stuck a sticky note in my calendar and waited.

Kim's birthday was this week.  There is a certain irony in her being born days before Valentine's Day, in the Season of Love.  It makes her roll her eyes and make gagging sounds when this is mentioned.  Friday I didn't have students, so some other friends and I invited Kim to come and have lunch with her.  We provided the dessert.
And what, you may ask, is on those cupcakes?
Why those are cockroaches.
Edible ones.
It's kind of amazing what you can do with a date, a caramel, and a little chocolate icing.
Kind of creepy, too.
But quite tasty, if you don't think about it too much.
And Kim?  She thought it was the best birthday cake ever!