Our story begins on Saturday morning, a day that included a winery tour with two special friends. I woke up at 6:00 AM (not on purpose, I assure you) and decided to bake a gift for the girls; my last pumpkin bread of the season. So I bake three mini loaves, then the Hubs and I do a quality control taste test before I wrap up the other two loaves. When I leave the house, half of the test loaf rests on the cutting board and my beloved assures me he'll enjoy it while I'm gone.
Flash forward six hours and I'm back home from a delightful outing. I go to the kitchen to pour myself some iced tea. As I'm reaching for a glass, I see a slice of pumpkin bread on the cutting board...one tiny slice. I say to Mr. Rock, "Ah come on! You left ONE SLICE of pumpkin bread, seriously you didn't eat it all!?" In my head I'm thinking he's such a lazy butt, leaving this here with the cutting board and knife all day. Fine, here I go cleaning up after him again!
I break the slice in half and then in half again, popping a piece in my mouth. At that EXACT moment, Hubs hollers over the basketball game that he's watching in the living room "Oh man I'm sorry. I meant to throw that out after I caught the dog in there...licking on it!"
Eyes wide, mouth flung open, pumpkin bread spat out at the speed of light. See what I get for thinking mean thoughts?
Photo of Sookie, the Pumpkin Bread Licker looking guilty.