My dog fashions himself a baker...

My Aunt passed away this past winter and lived in Sarasota Fla. so my brother and I and our wives travelled down for the funeral as she was my dads last remaining sibling. The funeral was very nice and we saw cousins we hadn’t seen in many many years. Some we met for the first time. One of our cousins, my aunts daughter held a cookout barbecue at her house the following day and we didn’t want to go without bringing something so we stopped at a Kroger’s supermarket and picked up some wine and a carrot cake. When we got to my cousins house I just placed the carrot cake on the dessert table and went on visiting. My wife was sitting in the kitchen with some of the woman when one of them said...can you believe someone brought a store bought carrot cake...I was so proud of her when she said....We tried to use the hotel kitchen to bake something to bring but they wouldn’t let us....you know that whole carrot cake was completely eaten before we left. I told her if there were any left I was taking it back to the hostel for us...lol.