I Like Big Biscuits and I Cannot Lie

The title of this post speaks for itself. Lola comes by her love of bread naturally. It's in her genes. If we're out to eat somewhere and they bring us a basket of rolls/biscuits, we are happy. That doesn't mean that that's all she gets at dinner. Oh, no. We save the bread for last. It's our dessert. (Actually, I have a few with my meal as well.) I load it up with butter, let it get soggy, and then dive into my butter bomb. The only place that really just sends us both over the edge with our bread is Cracker Barrel bc they have apple butter. Yum.

** Side note: For you other moms out there, I admit it, from time to time I let my girl eat the buttered bread. I am particular about what Lola eats and drinks daily, but I have yet to see the harm in an occasional buttered biscuit. I grew up sneaking the buttah from the fridge, from what I've been told, and I am fine. Now, if you break out a sugar-filled, fruit-flavored-not-even-real-fruit , high fructose corn syrup-packed fruit juice, THAT is where I put my foot down.)

So, all that to say, these pics are of Lola enjoying her roll at a little diner in Hominy yesterday. She'd already eaten her lunch, so this was her dessert. :) And, no, I don't let her eat the whole thing. She'd be sick!