Everything went well enough, no major mishaps with the flour or anything. I left it in the oven a little too long, but no burnage. It came out as a fairly decent loaf of bread. And that's when I decided to go out with a friend.
Assuming it would be safe, I pushed the loaf, now cooling on a small rack, to the back burner of the stove. It was too hot to wrap and put away, and typically, Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum don't climb on the stove to eat things. Butter off the island, yes. Bread off the stove, no.
So, adventures with the friend. Fun times. The usual, except for a lack of dinner. That was okay, though, because I had that wonderfully fresh banana bread waiting for me at home. Or, had the two cretinous dogs not jimmied themselves up on the stove, that's what would've been waiting.
Two dogs, one loaf. The whole thing gone. Not even a crumb.
Lesson learned, I guess. Don't leave banana bread, or bread, or any food you've been craving, on the stove, because the dogs will seek and destroy that glorious work of digestible art.
|Photo by J.Cust|