So with one trout on holiday, The Saint attempts to make the cake. He is fortunately sensible enough not to do this whilst I am home because I can't deny that the idea of grilling cake scares me immensely...
The cake, from now on referred to as "The BRICK" which is all it was, is made and cooling on the work surface.
Then the Saucepans come out again... to cook the icing!!! WTF why would you need to cook icing!? I didn't even see that on the recipe!
Thank God I wasn't there for the Brick laying part I think I would have had a heart attack!
... Panic then sets in!! I'm going to be expected to taste this brick! Time for bed to recover.
A new day dawns and the saint is up for work early and out of the door... a short while later I pop downstairs and the Dawg is locked in the lounge room... most bizarre... moggies have noses out of joint because it is there couch...
... Brick on work surface, well what's left of it!! Dawg is a LIFE saver!!! no having to eat the brick!!! WOOO HOOOOO!
TBC...
Feeling sorry for dawgs tummy
-Trout
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