My dog Fellini loves when I bake. Or rather, I should say, he loves what I bake. I actually probably should extend that to say that he loves just about anything that is edible. And he is particularly happy when I'm standing over the stove. He actually plants himself between me and the stove, hoping for that tiny morsel that just might slip out of my fingers and into his mouth.
I think the only thing he refuses is a leafy green. Of course, we don't feed him the yicky bad-for-pup stuff like chocolate, onions, and garlic. But everything else is fair game. Unfortunately, I've had to learn the hard way not to leave my baked items out to cool on the countertop.
One day, I was painting my bathroom and had baked some delicious lemon-raspberry muffins. They were cooling on the counter. I returned to the kitchen and noticed that quite a few were missing. I asked Wendy if she was abnormally hungry that morning. She claimed not to have touched the muffins. I looked to the culprit, gleefully lying under the kitchen table, licking his chops, little muffin crumbs scattered haphazardly across his paws. Another time, I walked into the kitchen to find Fellini standing on top of the dining room table. I’ve since found him like this on a number of occasions. He is a sneak.
Recently, I decided to bake Georgene's Fluffy Rolls from Saveur Cooks Authentic American. I've wanted to try them for quite some time, having a particular affinity for sweet buttery Southern dinner rolls (my Texas roots are showing). These looked like the real deal, although, as you might know, I can't seem to follow a recipe, and of course, I had issues with this one. The recipe calls for 3/4 cup sugar, which I find a bit excessive. So I cut it to 1/2 cup (which ended up being perfect).