Baking a cake in two bowls rather than cake pans make it easy to create this dalmatian cake.
She even lets her little sister walk her. Trying to decipher her barking presents no end of challenges.
When she’s not pretending to be a puppy, she just wants one. For now, we have a good excuse for not caving in and getting a dog; we live at a biological preserve, which means we can’t have any pets. We have painted ourselves into a corner, though; every time Eliza bemoans her puppy-less state, we promise we’ll get one when we move.
Since we’re holding real dogs at bay, at least for now, the least we could do was throw Eliza a 101 Dalmatian-themed party for her seventh birthday. She’d recently read Dodie Smith’s book and fell in love with Pongo and Missis. While “dog” dogs aren’t welcome where we live, “kid” dogs always are.
At her party, the first order of business involved becoming Dalmatians. We told her friends that if they wore white, we’d provide spots. With the help of some black stickers and inexpensive dog collars, we had a pack of Dalmatians in no time. Before long, the kids set off to find the missing puppies we had hidden in the woods, around the playground, and on the beach. In reality, we only hid 40 toys, which turned out to be just fine. The little dogs proved harder to find than we thought.
And, of course, the birthday girl needed a Dalmatian cake.
In the flurry of candles, singing, and serving cake for eager kids, we forgot to bring forks to the table. Eliza assumed we’d done this on purpose and tucked in just like a puppy.