Friday, September 17, 2010

An Interlude: Death of a Challah

I really enjoyed making a challah last week for Rosh Hashanah. I really enjoyed sharing it with you via my first Project Food Blog entry. I enjoyed it so much that I decided I would make a second challah for Yom Kippur, which started tonight. In fact, I enjoyed it to the point where I decided to make two challahs--one for my family and one for family friends who let myself, my brother and my dog takeover their living room this past Tuesday as our house was sandblasted. This morning, after baking off my challahs, I walked the few blocks and dropped my gift off. They enjoyed it, by the way.

This left me with my own fluffy, golden, round challah. Since we we were heading out for my brother's birthday dinner early this evening, I decided to save it for tomorrow night's dinner. Wrapped tightly on the counter, I left my beautiful challah to await consumption in a mere twenty-four hours. I'm an awful challah mother--I know; but while curiosity may have killed the cat, delayed consumption never killed a challah. Until now.

Upon walking into the house post-dinner, we were greeted by our loving dog, Angel:


She's a great dog--thick, soft fur; alert ears; expressive face; enjoys tummy rubs and walks; likes to show me her teeth when we play. She is my parents' favorite child. She is no longer my favorite sibling.


My mother tried to keep me from entering the kitchen; she tried to protect me. But I just had to look. My challah was on the floor. After cursing that devil of a dog, I was rightly offended: she didn't even eat the whole thing. Of course I immediately took a picture with my cellphone, but let's not talk about that.

The dog knew she should be ashamed--for attacking my challah and for not having the courtesy to eat the whole thing. She ran and hid in the small space between the treadmill and the wall. When confronted with the evidence of her transgression, she put her ears down and put on her sad puppy face.

 Angel Mug Shots: Frontal & Side Views

This face did not work on me. After many trash incidents, I am immune. She lost her tummy rub privileges for the night. 

Especially since she just burped. Twice.


No animals were harmed in the making of this post. She knows when she's been bad and preemptively hides until we confront her with the evidence and sternly tell her she's a bad dog. She'll wander around sad for a few hours and then promptly forget that she's not supposed to get in the trash or eat our food. That means she'll do this again.

16 comments:

A Thought For Food said...

SHAME! That pup is in big trouble! At least you had the chance to enjoy the ones you made earlier. :-/

Foodiva said...

That Angel's one lucky doggie for getting to taste your Challah! Awww... I'm sure he's already pardoned for this small misdemeanor ;-). Cute post!

sara @ CaffeIna said...

Lucky doggie!! i would run fast though if I were him!

Allison said...

Angel!! How could you!! Perhaps she will repent for her sins..tomorrow.

Ben said...

My cat would have been all over that challah. When I'm traveling, staying in a hotel or at someone's house with no animals, I still instinctively cat-proof all my food, dishes, cups. You'd think it would be liberating to be in a cat-free zone, where I could leave puffed rice cakes or bowls of kimchi out with reckless abandon. But I find that I just can't relax about it, not even for a minute.

Victoria K. said...

OMG what a smart dog, haha. She knew it was delicious, and maybe halfway through the shame set in for what she had done!

Lindsey @ Gingerbread Bagels said...

At least you know you're a fantastic baker! ;)It seems like Angel definitely enjoyed it.

Monet said...

This is why I don't have a dog. Bless your heart. At least someone enjoyed your baking!

The Duo Dishes said...

Dying, dying, dying laughing. Not at you of course...just the situation. Wait, that sounds mean too. Dang. Sorry to see this! Pups will always be pups. :)

jen said...

oh no!!!!!!!!!!!! lol

Chef Dennis said...

that is such a shame....I bet it was great! Its so hard to stay mad at someone who loves you unconditionally though...sigh....I guess the top was the best part!

Serene said...

Oh, noes!!

Isabelle said...

Tsk tsk. Clearly you have failed in your dog training, because even my 5lb cat knows that if she's going to eat something of mine, she damn well better eat the whole thing.
(Also, my itty-bitty cat could and would demolish a whole challah if we left it on the counter, tightly wrapped or otherwise... she's a fiend for bread)
In all seriousness, though, I am sorry for your challah's demise. It truly is in a better place now. :)

Baking Barrister said...

To clear something up, I'm pretty sure we interrupted her rendezvous with the challah, which is why it was only half eaten. A few years back my dad made two briskets and left them on the counter to cool. He came home and one entire brisket was gone. For the longest time we thought it was my brother and his friends, but this proved that she can get pretty far back on the counter at 35 pounds.

Ms. WhitePlates said...

My in-law's dog is a repeat offender too. I lived with them for 4 years and although we snuggled (the dog and me, not the in-laws) she knows I have no love for her when she eats something she shouldn't. I agree, it's more offensive when they don't eat the whole thing. At least hide it for later!

Through the bite marks I can see that the challah was beautiful though.

Jen Cheung said...

hahhaah the doggie wants to have a piece too. of course even a dog enjoys ur bake goodies :)

have a lovely tuesday love.
jen @ www.passion4food.ca

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