I am invited to a dinner party on Wednesday night, celebrating a friend's dog's 11th birthday. I offered to bake a cake, and since we're having beautiful spring weather, I decided to bake a lemon Bundt cake with tart lemon glaze.
After work today I mixed up the batter. Bundt cakes bake a long time -- nearly an hour, so I had my supper while it was in the oven. Oskar preferred to be outside, but Ulani joined me in the kitchen. I boiled fresh-squeezed lemon juice and sugar together, then poked holes in the cake and drizzled it with the sweet tart syrup. Then I sliced off about 1/4 inch of the bottom (so it would sit flat) and flipped it onto a rack to cool further.
Ulani and I went outside for a while with Oskar and the cats. We enjoyed the late afternoon sunshine. Then, when "Dancing with the Stars" came on, we girls came back inside. I quickly got wrapped up in the elimination. Lost track of time. Then Ulani started grumbling. So I hopped up and put her outside. She was back at the door in no time, so I let her back in and hit the couch again. I looked up and she wasn't at her post on the rug by the door, so I peeked into the kitchen. And that's when I saw this.
I guess she liked the sweet tart glaze, too! Now I have to check how many people are coming to dinner. Will half a cake do? I'll bring ice cream, too!
Someone's in the dog house.