The day my dogs ate the whole charcuterie board, 45 minutes before guests arrived
Last Saturday I spent 2 hours layering prosciutto, aged gouda, figs, and those little cornichons into a board for a housewarming thing. I stepped away to grab a corkscrew, and my lab and dachshund tag-teamed the coffee table, cleaned it in maybe 3 minutes flat. Came back to a smear of fig jam on the floor and one sad cracker under the couch. I ended up rebuilding it with just pepperoni, string cheese, and grapes from the fridge, and honestly my friends still ate that like it was gourmet. Has anyone else had a snack plate disaster that forced a last minute scramble like this, or am I the only one with chaos hounds?