Kitchen disasters II

**Cinder & Smoke** · 04-11-2008, 10:30 AM

An "oldie" Dawg Tail...

We had Lady, a fluffy lil Pom/Mix Rescue, while I was in HS.

The Folks were hosting a Dinner Party for friends...
Mom was slaving in the kitchen with a BIG, fancy, roast or ham...

Lady was helping Mom - CONSTANTLY underfoot and *sniffing*
at the oven every time Mom opened it to tend the meat...
They "agreed" that Lady could STAY on her rug beside
the breakfast table...

Meat "done" - it was placed on the platter - ON the breakfast table -
to "rest" a few moments...

Mom, busy with side dishes, salads, and rolls -
was NOT *watching* her 4-legged Assistant -

Who hopped up on a breakfast table chair,
then hopped up ON

the breakfast table...
and began to "sample" the Main Course!

Everyone else was in the living room - when we heard the
familiar "*STOMP*" of Mom's foot on the floor followed by
by a rather loud "OH, LADY!!" ( )

Lady proceded to Beat Feet upstairs to seek refuge under my bed;
while Dad went to the kitchen to "calm" Mom...

It was decided to "surgicaly remove" the sampled area
and re-brown the meat a few more minutes to "hide the evidence".

Dad was instruced to "carve" from the Other End -
and NO ONE needed to know anything more!

I still don't know if Mom ever admitted to their friends what
had happened - But she was ready to KILL Dad -
His "banter" throughout dinner was along the lines of...
This roast sure SHRUNK...
I'm SURE it was bigger when it went IN the oven...
Looks like someone carved a hunk off here...
And there's a few potatoes missing...
And to Lady, (laying in HER spot beside the phone table)
- do YOU know anything??"

Mom kept trying to Change The Subject.
Sis and I kept *giggling*.
The Guests kept saying How Good dinner was!
And Lady didn't eat much of her Krunchies that night.

/s/ Phred
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Above stolen from an Old Jazzcat / Ripley (Kat) Cake Tail (2004) at >>>
A Jazzcat / Ripley Tail...

**moosmom** · 04-11-2008, 12:52 PM

Oh Mary, I'm laughing so hard I'm crying, picturing you chasing a runaway turkey under your son's bed!!!! If your guests only KNEW!!!!!

**kitten645** · 04-11-2008, 08:09 PM

I was a young teenager, probably 13 or so. My sisters were 11 & 9. We decided to bake a special cake for my parents anniversary. I had started taking a cake decorating class and had grand plans for this three tiered work of art. Much coaxing for dad to buy me the three sizes of round pans. Found a beautiful picture of the cake. We set about making it and carefully placing the tiers on top of each other. Put it on the table to cool while we made the frosting and started making the roses out of marzipan. About an hour later we went to check if the cake was cool enough to frost. Gigi, our tabby had gotten on the table and nibbled tiny bits around the entire top edge of all three tiers

To make matters worse, I guess the cake was warm and cozy as she was sleeping on the top center thus squishing the whole cake flat!