His father's son

Since Pavel is away at a conference and we had leftover french rolls that I had forgotten to put away last night had gotten a little hard, I decided to make žemlovka, a bread pudding type dish with apples and cinnamon for dinner.  Warm, appley, cinnamony goodness, soft and gooey on the inside, toasted on the outside, sprinkled with vanilla confectioner's sugar.  What's not to love?

Jakub: "What is this, mommy?"
Me: "Žemlovka."
Jakub: "Where's the meat?"

I think a hearty caveman grunt is in order here.  Good to know those Slavic genes flow strongly through my offspring's blood.