A story about a husband, a Ginger and a disappearing batch of Madeleine cakes.

Once upon a time there was a husband and a Ginger. The husband cooked dinner every night because the Ginger was a bit useless at cooking and kept trying to poison him, but the Ginger was good at baking and didn't mind cleaning the bathroom, so it all worked out in the wash.

One day, the Ginger found a recipe for Madeleine cakes and remembered that once, many years ago, she had tried Madeleine cakes and that they were very very divine. Sadly, the Ginger did not have a Madeleine tin to bake the Madeleine cakes in, and so she kept the recipe in the hope that one day she would have the proper bake-ware to make Madeleine cakes and she would live happily ever after.

Eventually, the Ginger and Pal Sarah went shopping in Ponsonby (again) and visited the best kitchen stuff shop in all the land called Milly's and the Ginger actually remembered something for a change. The Ginger remembered that she wanted a Madeleine tin so that she could make Madeleine cakes, and so she found the tin and bought the one without the non-stick surface because a lady told her that the non-stick stuff, whatever it's called - the Ginger can't remember - is now known to have carcinogenic properties, and so the Ginger decided that she really didn't want carcinogens in her Madeleine cakes.

Sadly, when the Ginger came home from shopping she realised that she didn't have the recipe ingredients she needed to make the Madeleines, and so waited for grocery shopping day to buy them. On grocery shopping day the Ginger forgot all about the Madeleine ingredients and so had to wait for the next shopping day, but she made sure to start a new shopping list straight away so that she didn't forget.

Finally, the Ginger had her ingredients and could make Madeleine cakes. She decided to do this one Friday night when the husband was at work, and she was all by herself (except for two barky puppies (because it was inorganic rubbish collection time of the year and people were kerb crawling constantly, even at night, and the dogs kept going off their trees driving the Ginger to distraction) and a mad cat) with nothing to do.

The recipe said that the Ginger would get 24 Madeleine cakes from the batch, but she only managed 18, although they were very large and so the Ginger thought that if she had made them the proper size then she would probably have got 24. The Madeleine cakes were very yummy and the Ginger thought that her cake making was very successful and she was so happy to have found the recipe and bought the tin and remembered the ingredients.

Then something terrible happened. On Saturday, the very next day, all the Madeleine cakes disappeared. Someone must have eaten then!! What an awful thing! The Ginger wailed terribly when she realised that all the precious and yummy Madeleines were gone.

Who might have eaten all the Ginger's Madeleine cakes?

I'll give you a clue ...

Scene: The husband and the Ginger are sitting on the couch (watching Nigella's kitchen), each of them eating a Madeleine cake (you must be eating when watching cooking shows or you just get hungry) - the last two Madeleine cakes.

The husband "Madeleines are yum"

The Ginger "Madeleines are yum"

The husband "I've had four of them today" ......

Can you guess where the rest of the Madeleine's went? Bearing in mind that puppies don't have opposable thumbs and are therefore unable to open bicky tins and the mad cat was far too busy running up the curtains to think about cakes?

Cuinn is such a piggy.