Most people go for drinks after work. Me? I enjoy a non-alcoholic menu consisting of sweet desserts. Luckily, I have the perfect partner in crime. One who is willing to share my love for desserts and giggle in delight once that sweet chocolate cake (filled with warm gooey chocolate) hits her tastebuds. My seven year old (also known as my mini-me) makes sharing dessert an art form. She scrutinizes the sweet concoction ensuring it’s aesthetically pleasing to her big brown eyes before declaring it a masterpiece.
Before digging in, we set guidelines and remind one another only to eat her fair share. Then, we savor each bite with closed eyes and exclaim how yummy it is and how lucky we are that Daddy isn’t there to chide us for breaking protocol by having dessert before dinner.