food · slice of life

Eat It Like a Pizza

I offered up the leftover skillet cookie cake* as an incentive for the kids eating their (non-preferred) dinner this evening.

* = Yesterday morning, Marc offered to bake a dessert since my father was handling dinner. He doesn’t bake so I scoffed at him. I thought it was preposterous, but sweet, that he thought he could pull off a from-scratch gluten-free recipe. I could tell he wanted to do this for me for Mother’s Day so I suggested he make a S’mores skillet cookie from a recipe I adapted for gluten-free living about a year ago. While I did overhear Ari admonishing him for incorrectly mixing the dry ingredients, the skillet cookie came out well.

Remembering the cookie cake was a little dry the previous night, I decided to add a scoop of vanilla bean ice cream to the top. I asked, “Would anyone else like their slice à la mode?”

No one answered so I got my own scoop, but left the ice cream scooper on the counter in case someone else wanted some.

Marc noticed my slice topped with ice cream and reconsidered.

“That’s why I left the scooper out,” I replied as I grabbed his plate. I removed the ice cream container from the freezer, scooped a spoonful on top of his cookie, and then put it back in the freezer. I brought Marc’s plate to the table.

A few minutes later, Ari noticed a “big marshmallow” atop Marc’s slice.

“That’s not a marshmallow,” I replied. “That’s vanilla ice cream.”

“You didn’t ask me if I wanted ice cream!” Ari responded indignantly.

“I asked everyone if they wanted their slices à la mode. You didn’t respond. I’m assuming it’s because you didn’t know that à la mode meant a slice of pie (or cake) with ice cream. Now you know. So, would you like your slice à la mode?”

“Yes!” Ari replied.

Out with the ice cream container. Another scoop of ice cream onto a third piece of cookie cake. Ice cream back in the freezer. Cookie cake plate back to the table.

Ari forked the ice cream and the cookie cake, but had a challenge getting both items onto the same forkful. After a few tries, I noticed Ari bring the slice up to his mouth and take a bite.

“It’s not a pizza!” I replied. “Use your fork, please.”

That’s when Ari did the unthinkable with his fork. He used it to spread the ice cream out across the slice as if it were cream cheese. Once it sank into every nook and cranny — which helped the dryness — he devoured it. Of course, this did nothing to help our kitchen floor, which was already overdue for a cleaning after Ari managed to get lots of pieces of cauliflower rice on the floor when he ate dinner.

This bird’s eye view of the mess doesn’t even do it justice since it doesn’t take into account how many crumbs covered Ari’s shirt, pants, face, and hands.

Sometimes, as a parent, you have to know when you’ve been beaten. This was one of those times.

“Bon appetit,” I replied with my finest French accent. “Know that you’ll be dustbusting the floor once you’re finished eating dessert.”

Ari grinned, getting crumbs and chocolate everywhere. Thankfully, once we got him wiped up (Yes, it took two adults to clean him up!), he cleaned every last cookie crumb and piece of cauliflower off of the floor.

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7 thoughts on “Eat It Like a Pizza

  1. “Slice…a la mode’ has such a sweet ring to it! I thought for sure it was a twist on writing, though, I’m sure this phrase could be a writing enhancer in the classroom. Next time I eat a cookie cake, it will be a la mode! 🙂 Thanks for this fun story.

  2. This is such as “sweet” slice of life as well as a reminder of the power of “unfamiliar” words to hold us back. As a teacher, I always worry that I am losing some student(s) because of words, acronyms, comparisons that are unfamilair.

  3. I love the moment when he learns what “a la mode” means – and I’m impressed with both his creativity *and* his willingness to clean up. Sounds like a win win win to me!

  4. A friend’s daughter used to ask for “pie in a motel,” which always made me laugh. Like Amanda, I’m impressed by Ari’s willingness to clean up. And I liked that knowing he was the one who’d be cleaning up didn’t make him be more careful with his crumbs! 🙂

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