I make this really good cake called Apple Dapple.
The last time I made it, I saved half and put it in the freezer.
Over the weekend, I took it out of the freezer.
I heated it up and gave my husband a piece of warm Apple Dapple Cake.
From there, my memory is a blank.
Him (the next day): Where's the Apple Dapple cake?
Me:
Him: Did you put it back in the freezer?
Me:
Him: I didn't see it in the refrigerator.
Me: *jumps out of chair and dashes to kitchen* I think I left it in the oven.
Me: *opens oven door* Hmmmm, not here.
I looked in cupboards and basement frig and microwave. I even looked in the garbage.
Him: What's that thing wrapped in foil in the frig?
Me: *takes a peek* ribs
Him: Then where is the cake?
Me: I have no idea. I think I'm losing my mind.
Next day, after much thinking, I decided to take another peek at that foil-wrapped thing in the frig.
Heh.
APPLE DAPPLE CAKE!
But it DOES look a little like ribs, doesn't it?
3 comments:
LOL. Mystery solved.
A yummy cake with a fun name. Try saying it five times really fast, LOL.
My first thought would have been The Dog Ate It...
Then again, my dogs were counter surfers.
you know what i love about your writing? you take the smallest thing and make it into a story. i do this, too, but in my head....not on paper! you're amazing.
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