I made chocolate roulade today: two of them, for the REU memorial day party.
And only one got eaten, so we brought the other one home, thinking it could serve another day.
Unfortunately, I came through to the living room to discover that Skibo -- who usually likes roulade, but insists that he doesn't like the whipped cream in the middle of it -- had skimmed off the top, leaving a rather scalped-looking dessert.
This was bad enough. But then five minutes later, he decided that he didn't want it after all. Grrr. Grrrrrr. GRRRRRRRRR!!!!!
His punishment -- the story will become part of the family oral tradition, to be dragged out and told at any point when it might embarrass him.
Yours, thinking that that is appropriate punishment, his just desserts,
N.
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