The Triple Good Bar Saga

As many of you know, and I am finding out, Momma loves to bake.  We are heading out to a Rally in Eustis on Tuesday and Momma promised to whip up a batch of Triple Good Bars for Steve, who has fallen madly in love with the delicious, 'savor every bite' treat.  At least that is Dad's story.  I think the true story is DAD LOVES them and wanted to be sure he had some available to snack on. How can you go wrong with raisins, oats, nuts?  Dad says it's health food. 

 Now I say, just don't forget my dog bones and all will go well on this trip!!

Well, it all began in an organized fashion.  Momma purchased all the ingredients a head of time so she would be ready to bake the day before departure, ensuring fresh, tasty Triple Good Bars.  Dad even questioned Momma to be sure she had checked off all the ingredients called for in the recipe.  Yup, either Dad is looking out for Steve's interest or his own.  Which do you think?

Baking day arrived, Momma dumped the butter and sugar in the bowl, grabbed her mixer and ......things began to go downhill.  The mixer didn't sound quite right to me....as it was making a grinding noise....and then I noticed that only one beater was turning.  Oh no!!  Things aren't looking good for the Triple Good Bars. That mixer just doesn't have the high energy that I do.  But it does have lots of age on it...unlike me at only 10 1/2 months.   Maybe Momma will go out and play ball with me and forget the Triple Good Bars.  I LOVE to play ball or frisbee. And I have growing bones and muscles to tone.  You don't have to ask me twice to run and play!!   But Momma didn't let the old mixer interfere with her baking.  She unplugged the unhealthy mixer, zipped out to the 5th wheel and snatched up the travel mixer to use.  Ah, butter and sugar being creamed nicely.  

Now baking also means a pile of dirty dishes....and that's another issue.  Momma started to reach for the handle on the dishwasher and I had to remind her of that message waiting for her when we returned home.  "PF"  Momma said that means Power Failure and she hit cancel.  Well, not only did it cancel the PF from the screen, it cancelled any life at all.  I told her it looks like PF really stands for Permanent Failure.  The dish washer, unlike the old mixer is NOT all that old.  I guess it just resented not being used for 7 months, just waiting around for us to return.  Ted was telling us about how Cold Water cleans dishes.  The dishes may still be a bit greasy, but Cold Water licks them clean of any leftover food particles.  I told Momma I bet I could do that as good as Cold Water but she said Cold Water was an adult dog and I'm still a puppy.....which means no people food for my digestive system.  Pooh.  I was willing to sacrifice myself....those smells are so enticing.....but Momma wasn't having any of it.

Hurry up and finish those dishes so we can go out and play.  

And now it's nap time.

Don't forget to pack my toys......
I'm Chloe