I whipped up a batch of cheese bread dough to surprise the boys when they got home, but didn’t have time to bake it before I left, so I left it covered in the food processor. We get home to an empty house (Hubby’s out for a work do) and hear a strange noise…spooky.
Let’s look at the clues shall we: in the kitchen, the food processor is running (on full power) on its own; the cheese bread dough has strangely vanished; the bag of flour is upturned onto the floor and the entire kitchen in covered in a fine, white powdering of flour. It doesn’t take Columbo, therefore, to follow the floury footprints to a rather floury dog, who is doing cheesy burps. Hmmmm.