Last night as we finished eating dinner, my wife asked the children if they wanted ice cream or a piece of cake for dessert. Well, the four year old boy absolutely flips out. He’s looking around the table for confirmation of what he’d just heard. He was so excited he was doing a little “piece of cake” dance in his seat.
Now, my boy is an ice cream guy like me. We’re simple guys. Ice cream. Pizza. Hot dogs. Typical stuff. But he was so excited about this offer that when I asked him to make sure that he didn’t want ice cream he said, “No way. Piece of cake. I’ve never had piece of cake before. I wanna’ see piece of cake.”
OK. I didn’t understand why he was talking like a caveman but he was very excited.
Well my wife brings out his piece of cake. Well, this kid’s face went from more excited than Ralphie on Christmas morning to looking like Cindy Lou Who on Christmas morning.
“Where’s the pizza part?” he asked.
What?
“This is just regular old cake,” he said. “Where’s the pizza cake?”
After we were done laughing, I gave the boy my ice cream and I was stuck with a crummy old piece of cake and dreaming that maybe someday someone might invent something as cool as pizza cake.
June 2, 2009 at 8:27 pm
Ask, and ye shall receive.
June 2, 2009 at 9:39 pm
Sweet. Now I want that beer that has candy floating in it – Skittlebrau
June 2, 2009 at 9:45 pm
Here you go, Matthew:
http://www.mypizzacake.com/
The Internet has *everything.*
🙂
June 2, 2009 at 11:28 pm
LOL that’s funny!
June 2, 2009 at 11:38 pm
Matthew – your blog alone tempts me to give up my priestly vocation – just for conversation like that! (OK – I won’t – but still!)
Pax christi maneat tecum semper,
Jim Larkin
June 3, 2009 at 12:08 am
Holy cow, that’s adorable!!!
June 3, 2009 at 12:23 am
Once when my siblings and I were young children, my mom did make a “pizza cake” for my younger brother’s birthday party. She baked a yellow cake in a deep-dish pizza pan and toped it with red frosting (for the sauce), white chocolate chips (for the cheese), slices of red gum drops (for the pepperoni), and Swedish fish (for the anchovies).
The result looked great—but it was so sugary-sweet that only the kids could stand to eat any of it!
June 3, 2009 at 2:59 am
Shoulda just taken it back into the kitchen, covered it with wax paper and taken a rolling pin to it.
June 3, 2009 at 3:16 am
Wow Jim,
I didn't realize you read CMR.
Damas