Little dog has a sweet tooth. Ok, that's an understatement. He has a sweet mouth, head, upper body, lower body and soul. If I would allow him to live on a diet of chocolate and ice cream, he'd happily comply. Wait, he'd want bacon too, but that's about it.
Honestly I have a bit of a sweet tooth too, and being a good cook makes it pretty easy to whip up a tasty treat for no reason at all. I recently discovered the easiest and yummiest cake recipe ever. It uses only things I have in the pantry, and it makes a really nice cake. So I happened to have a few pieces of cake in the fridge tonight, and doled them out after dinner.
Lately Little Dog has discovered that he can get more cake if he goes from mom to dad asking, "Can I have a taste of yours?" even before he tastes his own. We jokingly refer to this as the toddler diet since he can easily talk you out of half of your cake, saving you not only the enjoyment of your own dessert, but about half the calories.
We've learned that if we want our own cake, you'd better eat quickly. So tonight Little Dog headed over to Mr. Dog and asked him "Can I have a bite of you cake?" Mr. Dog informed him, he had no cake.
Little Dog paused, considered this and asked, "Are you sad?"
Be real nice and I'll post the cake recipe on From Mosh Pits to Mashed Potatoes, but for that I'll need some blog comments. Blackmail you say? Maybe, but I'm a comments junkie, and I need a fix.
Pasta ala Fridge
5 years ago