Roger and I had a modest birthday celebration last evening which was topped off with the peanut butter carrot cake that Mom baked for us. As the following video illustrates, Roger gave the new recipe four paws up. I, howl-ever, prefer Mom's homemade pumpkin recipe.
Unlike my sister Punchy, who celebrated by enjoying a frosty banana peanut butter treat, with her pal Oliver, Roger and I did not have any icy delights to go with our cake. Every evening for the past two weeks, we've heard that blasted Good Humor ice cream truck come rolling through the neighborhood ringing his ding-a-ling to let us know he's around the corner, but not once have we been allowed to take a taste of true Americana.
Punchy and Oliver enjoy a banana peanut butter treat
No, the only ice cream that we've seen in the house for the past two weeks has been Ben and Jerry's new Crème Brûlée. The creamy custard coupled with a crunchy caramelized sugar swirl has Dad's taste buds dancing with delight. The thought of not being able to find it when we return home is frightening.