Look at Dolly and you would not see what lies beneath her , "Butter would not melt, in her mouth" look
Now take a look at what melts in her mouth, Coffee cake. I went milking last evening and left my husband, David in charge of children, dogs and cooking supper. I had done a bit of baking earlier making a Victoria sandwich and a Coffee cake. The Coffee cake I left on top of the cooker on a wire rack still cooling.
My husband without thinking starting supper, removed the Coffee cake from the top of the cooker and placed it on the kitchen table, which sounds okay until you hear that one of the chairs around the table was not pushed flush with the table and David was distracted by the children, leaving the kitchen and the Coffee cake to the mercy of the dogs.
Any one who has Cavaliers know they are pretty switched on in the brain department if food is left unattended and how to work out how to get to it. So leaving a chair pulled back from the kitchen table with a cake sitting on the table, they see as an open invitation to help themselves, the cake did not stand a chance.
When David came back in the kitchen, Dolly was doing just that, helping herself to the Coffee cake.
I arrived home and husband admitted his lack of diligence in the care of my baking. Unlike on my last blog with my husband admitting the accidental joining of Reggie and Treacle, this was not met with beratement, just me thinking it funny. The thought of Dolly sitting on the chair, that she probably thought had been positioned so, as she could be comfortable whilst dinning on Coffee cake, tickled me and my first question was "which cake ?"
Dolly I found sleeping off her Coffee cake binge under a chair in the living room and she seems none the worst for her evening on the Coffe cake, today.
Now what to do with the dog chewed cake ? Throw it out to the chickens ? Give the rest of it to all the dogs ? What you thinking, it ain't nothing that a good old dollop of butter icing won't fix. This is certainly going to make people think when they come to our home and I ask if you would like a slice of cake with that cup of tea, before you reply. You might be wondering if you have taken tea and cake with us in the past, about your piece of cake having more butter icing than cake, was I just a bit generous with the butter icing or maybe the dogs had been their first. Lol
I remember as a child an old Red Setter we had, got the yet to be cooked, Easter Turkey off the side, in the back house and we sat down that Easter Sunday lunch with a roast turkey at the center of the table with one leg and half a breast missing, before we started on it, Mum assured us any harnful germs would of been killed in the cooking process. Lol
So the Coffee cake now looks almost as good as knew, with just a slight list, which is only really noticeable if you know it's there. Thankfully my Victoria sandwich was safely in its cake box, unharmed.
The reason I asked my husband , "Which cake ?" on hearing that a cake had been attacked by the dogs, was because I care little for Coffee cake or even Chocolate cake, my allegiance would be towards the Victoria sandwich, dash of vanilla, just jam (A true Victoria sandwich only has jam in the middle and to the real purist, this must be raspberry jam. Mine has strawberry jam today, a worthy substitute I feel. Don't let me get started on scone etiquette. Yes, there is such a think) in the middle with a generous powdering of icing sugar.
So, my husband and children will be eating the dog mauled cake, I mean indulgently butter iced Coffeee cake. So you will have to now excuse me, as I get to eat the fruits of my labour, before the children and husband turn their attention, to my favourite of the two cakes, the Victoria sandwich.
Sorry for the rather intense looking me in the selfie, as my camera has no screen on the photo taking side, so you can see what you are taking a photo of , so it's aim, click and hope for the best, basically the story of my life. Lol
“The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him, and not only will he not scold you,but he will make a fool of himself, too.”
― Samuel Butler
Me with Bumble and Blottie, waiting patiently to be unleashed, November 2018
Hello, I am Jane, you might of guessed, I love dogs. We are situated in the North Devon countryside, England, United Kingdom. Our home is occupied by my husband, David, our children, pack of dogs and me.