Saturday, November 14, 2009
The Missing Bundt
Otis had a giant box in his hands when he brought up the yam Bundt batter for the cake I'm baking for his dog.
"I dunno. Probably your Tunnel of Fudge.* It was downstairs."
It was. Where has it been since Wednesday? What kind of journey has the Tunnel of Fudge gone on?
I don't care. Long as it's here with me now.
Mini-hippos included for scale.
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