The Tale of the Sweet Tart Cake

I am invited to a dinner party on Wednesday night, celebrating a friend's dog's 11th birthday.  I offered to bake a cake, and since we're having beautiful spring weather, I decided to bake a lemon Bundt cake with tart lemon glaze.

After work today I mixed up the batter.  Bundt cakes bake a long time -- nearly an hour, so I had my supper while it was in the oven.  Oskar preferred to be outside, but Ulani joined me in the kitchen.  I boiled fresh-squeezed lemon juice and sugar together, then poked holes in the cake and drizzled it with the sweet tart syrup.  Then I sliced off about 1/4 inch of the bottom (so it would sit flat) and flipped it onto a rack to cool further.

Ulani and I went outside for a while with Oskar and the cats.  We enjoyed the late afternoon sunshine.  Then, when "Dancing with the Stars" came on, we girls came back inside.  I quickly got wrapped up in the elimination.  Lost track of time.  Then Ulani started grumbling.  So I hopped up and put her outside.  She was back at the door in no time, so I let her back in and hit the couch again.  I looked up and she wasn't at her post on the rug by the door, so I peeked into the kitchen.  And that's when I saw this.

 

I guess she liked the sweet tart glaze, too!  Now I have to check how many people are coming to dinner.  Will half a cake do?  I'll bring ice cream, too!

Someone's in the dog house.