I had been looking forward to this past weekend because I promised my daughter, Kennedy, that we would bake bread. My co-worker gave me the recipe to a delicious, sweet treat called “Amish Friendship Bread.” I couldn’t wait - and neither could she. (Plus it was good daddy/daughter time, too).

Anyway, Saturday morning I got the rest of our ingredients and then Kennedy and I got to work. We cracked eggs, poured flour, measured milk and made quite the mess!!! Add a little cinnamon and sugar and it smelled absolutely delicious. I put the batter in a muffin pan and baked for 30 minutes.

They weren’t nearly as good as my cowkers’ but my daughter and I didn’t complain. We ate a couple and saved the rest for Sunday. And THIS is where the story gets interesting. I left them on the counter and my family and I went to church. Boy, I had a taste for them when we got home. I told Kennedy to get ready because we were going to dig in. Except - I couldn’t find them. The plate had nothing but crumbs. I looked in the fridge, the pantry. Certainly my wife, Valarie, didn’t throw them away. But I looked in the garbage anyway. Finally I asked her and she said “I thought you put them away.”

We both looked at one another and called our “Dog”-ter.. Soteria. Hmm. She hadn’t begged for any food. She’d been strangely quiet. “Soteria,” Valarie asked. “Did you eat that bread?” She ducked her head and gave that “I’m so sorry. Do you still love me?” look. We had to laugh. Soteria is our other baby and she has me wrapped around her paw. Punishment? Please. I tried to scold her. The attempt was laughable.

So yes. The Amish Friendship Bread was a hit!!! But who knew the one who enjoyed it the most would be on four legs.