PALM BEACH KEY LIME PIE
Woof, Kids!
We love food 'round this dog-house, so thought we'd share this pix of the most da-voon slice of key lime pie. Let me tell you that the Diva did NOT get to view, inhale the aroma or partake of this little delectable delight in person, er, dogson...hm, I wasn't at the restaurant. Heck, I don't even like limes. Wait...I've never tasted a lime, but it sounds ick...like something you get from a flea, diff spelling, same thought...and we all know how mutts and pups feel about those guys!!!
But, that white whippy stuff? Now, that's what I'm talkin' about.
Note to the chef...Minor detail...that ain't a slice of key lime stuffed into that whipped cream. We know what we are talking about here. Trust. Nope. Regular lime all the way.
Gaz did some bizzy-biz or something or other Saturday at The Breakers, Flagler Steakhouse, la-de-da-ness of it all. Natch, The Mool, HAD to tag herself along. They yapped about gazing their dogless eyes (meaning they were dining...sans the Diva) upon a fabulous golf course and meeting up and chatting with some extra nice types from Wisconsin. Wisconsin? I need some cheese or something dairy, all of a sudden. I'm not talking about imported whatever that Mool adores....where is that spray can of ORANGE cheese. Now, that's the real deal, let me tell you. Oh, yeah. Not only is it the berries of cheeses, taste-wise, you can make designs with it...try THAT with Stilton, you mutts. Uh-huh...I double-dog dare ya!! Look me in the eye when I DDD ya!!!
Bark at me!!
We love food 'round this dog-house, so thought we'd share this pix of the most da-voon slice of key lime pie. Let me tell you that the Diva did NOT get to view, inhale the aroma or partake of this little delectable delight in person, er, dogson...hm, I wasn't at the restaurant. Heck, I don't even like limes. Wait...I've never tasted a lime, but it sounds ick...like something you get from a flea, diff spelling, same thought...and we all know how mutts and pups feel about those guys!!!
But, that white whippy stuff? Now, that's what I'm talkin' about.
Note to the chef...Minor detail...that ain't a slice of key lime stuffed into that whipped cream. We know what we are talking about here. Trust. Nope. Regular lime all the way.
Gaz did some bizzy-biz or something or other Saturday at The Breakers, Flagler Steakhouse, la-de-da-ness of it all. Natch, The Mool, HAD to tag herself along. They yapped about gazing their dogless eyes (meaning they were dining...sans the Diva) upon a fabulous golf course and meeting up and chatting with some extra nice types from Wisconsin. Wisconsin? I need some cheese or something dairy, all of a sudden. I'm not talking about imported whatever that Mool adores....where is that spray can of ORANGE cheese. Now, that's the real deal, let me tell you. Oh, yeah. Not only is it the berries of cheeses, taste-wise, you can make designs with it...try THAT with Stilton, you mutts. Uh-huh...I double-dog dare ya!! Look me in the eye when I DDD ya!!!Bark at me!!
Hey Diva. I'm gonna try this again. Mommy's computer was doing crazy stuff yesterday and lost my comment. But you know me, I never give up.
Mommy lets me have some of that whipped, creamy topping. It is delish. Now the Key Lime Pie, I don't know. I love oranges and I've never had a lime. If it comes from fleas, I'll never taste one either.
The orange cheese in the can is a different story. I love that. Mommy makes designs on a Club Cracker for me, well, and for Daddy, too. She puts my initial on mine. I don't know what she puts on Daddy's. Prolly don't want to know. They are so silly. I did see her make a heart on his once. Yuck! Mushy Stuff!
It's do the hair-thing day and I must supervise or she'll do it all wrong.
Have a great Thursday.
High paws and nubbin' wags to ya.
Bitsy
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