This is what happens when you forget to put your cake away.
Bad Dog
I left the cake I baked sitting on the kitchen counter. Harriet got into it and licked the frosting off two pieces.
(Yes, I know that chocolate is bad for dogs, but there wasn’t enough of it in the frosting she ate to hurt her.)
It’s my three-year blogiversary today. That sort of boggles my mind a little bit. Three whole years!
In other news, I got up and put a batch of lentils in the crock pot. I was out of any variety of tomato product—both fresh and canned—but I did have a bottle of V8 juice in the cupboard, so I used that instead of water. Hopefully, it’ll work. It smells good, at any rate. It ought to be nearly ready for onions and garlic and whatnot. Mmmm.
I really love lentils, which is weird, because I didn’t like them when I was a kid. Tastes change, though. I didn’t like avocados or cheese, either. Or refried beans, or real butter, or eggs, or oatmeal, or salsa, or brown rice, or dried fruit, or, or, or… You’d think I was a picky eater or something. Ahem.
I also baked a cake last night. A box cake, no less! I never, ever, ever buy mixes. It’s not only that it’s cheating, but it’s just not much more complicated to make a cake from scratch. However, I was stuck in a Saturday-before-the-semester-starts traffic jam in the baking aisle of the grocery store, and I got captivated by the cake mixes. And the jars of frosting. I justified it by pointing out to myself that next weekend is my birthday, and dammit, I should have cake-from-a-box if I want it.
I ended up getting some sort of triple fudgey chocolate concoction with dark chocolate frosting. I made it last night (early, yes, but I can have my birthday cake early if I want, right?). It’s not cockeyed cake, but few things are. (Cockeyed cake, by the way, is a standard in our family. It’s cheap, easy, fool-proof, vegan, and it’s one of those things you can bake when you are out of everything.)
red paper boat 