I'll start off with the failure of the weekend. This cheesecake:
"Will you go put the cheesecake away for me?" I asked my husband. "Put it in a paper bag instead of wrapping it in plastic so that the water doesn't condense on top of it."
The next morning, I go into my kitchen, and what do I see? A paper bag sitting on the counter. Inside? A cheesecake.
"Has this cheesecake been out all night?!?" I asked.
"Yeah. You told me to put it in a paper bag, so I did."
Apparently, I needed to be more specific: that I wanted the cheesecake in the bag, and the bag in the fridge. Silly me, I thought everyone knew that cheesecake had to be refrigerated!
Anyway, the picture above was the result after I scooped the warm cheesecake out of the pan. I made a new one, though. Good wife that I am.
Now for the better parts of the weekend:
He also got brave and let Noodle Dog eat out of his hand.
How about you? How was your weekend?