Very Bad Dog

We are having Thanksgiving at my brother's this year. I made rolls on Sunday so I wouldn't have to on Wednesday night or have to get up very early on Thursday. While the first batch were rising, I divided the second batch into 12 pieces and left them on the counter to rest. When I came back to the kitchen, I discovered only 4 pieces of dough. And in the living room was a dog, with a belly ache. She had consumed 24 ounces of raw bread dough.

I made more and teased her for the rest of the night. I had plenty time, ingredients and the Kitchen-Aid does most of the work, so I wasn't particularly upset. And Lizzy's upset stomach was surely punishment enough.

Pre-dough incident.