Smarter Than The Average Bear . . .

A couple of weeks ago I bought a new muffin tray for baking muffins in. It wasn't advertised as a muffin tray. It was some kind of foreign bread thing but it looked mighty like a muffin tray to me and the first time Jessica and I made muffins and used it they turned out really well. 

On Saturday I had the idea of using one of those ready mixes for chocolate fudge cake tand dividing the mixture into this tray, making four individual cakes rather than one large one. The mix was only £1.70-something so if it didn't turn out there wasn't much lost. 

Jessica watched me start this up, but she wasn't really paying attention to getting ready for her 3pm pick-up for a birthday party at the ice-skating rink. 

They came out ok. But when I tried to take them out of the tin, they kinda broke apart and they never made it as far as getting iced. David had one, I had two halves (ie one) and then Iain polished off the third one. Jessica's one was put aside for her return much later. So much later in fact that the bun had been put soooo away that she didn't see it. 

I kinda ate it the next day with my coffee, with a "what she doesn't know won't harm her" theory. This is a saying I have heard Jessica say in the past, by the way. 

Last night, Jessica came running into the kitchen, all excited. "Ohhhh, remember on Saturday you were making buns? What happened to them?" 

"Errrr. they didn't really work out very well, to be honest." 

"Huh huh." She raised an eyebrow at me. "What you really mean is that YOU ate them all!" 

Dude! Call a spade a spade, why don't you!