When your boy turns 7 and calls for Dirt Cake, you find yourself saying things like, Do you want worms in your bowl? And How many scoops of Mud Pie ice cream with that? Charming. Delicious. Feeling sick from eating too much dirt, worms, and mud . . . Happy Birthday, my Ian!
Mmmmmm.
A Swiss Army Knife! Now I can do anything I want!
O Lord.
DIRT CAKE :
Make any chocolate cake, and break it up into chunks,
Make chocolate pudding,
Make whipped cream (or get cool whip. shhh.)
Crush up a whole package of Oreos (or a knock-off brand. shhh.)
Layer at least twice, ending with cookies. Poke gummy worms in.
Done.
This is also great for a party, putting the dessert in one of Walmart's plastic wheel barrows and serving it up with a plastic shovel into plastic flower pots. I just don't do birthday parties anymore. Meanie, I know.
In love with my boy Ian,
Allison
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