*FLB=freaking little bastard
My daughter baked a homemade chocolate pound cake from my grandmother Maxwell's recipe. She set it on the dining room table while we were working on something else in the kitchen and I advised her NOT to cover it for awhile. It has a nice crunchy-brownie-like crust on the outside and if you cover it tightly the crust softens. A few minutes later I noticed a little face peeking out from behind the cake. The little face seemed to have crumbs on it and looked rather pleased. I motioned my daughter over to the door and we both watched. Then she went and examined the cake.
Yep, someone had been scraping off pieces of the cake. Some 2-year-old grandson! Noah (NOT named for anyone on TV) was mighty pleased with himself and we have a Thanksgiving story.
I was SO afraid the little face would be FLB.
ReplyDeletehahahahahaha! FLB was either outside or in the garage - although he spent a couple nights in bed with me.
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