The picture above clearly illustrates the shortcomings of the cake safe. Having made a cake, I place it on a cake stand under the cake dome where it will be free from the ravages of mice, should there be one. and flies. A power greater than either of these has breached the defences. Cake is my Vietnam. I create, supply and defend only to find in the morning that all the good work has been undone. I feel like playing “The Ride of Valkyries”, making a helicopterish noise and setting fire to the kitchen, but no, I immediately invest in more eggs, flour, butter and jam and throw them at the problem. And so it has gone on. Saving Private Cake is a hopeless task, but there would be an outcry if I announced that I was pulling out of cake making. There is a more worrying side to the problem in that I’m pretty sure that the thief is me. I’ve caught myself at it a couple of times but said nothing as my mouth was full. Whoever said “There’s nothing worse than bad manners” had lived a very sheltered life and certainly had never visited Peckham. It’s sometimes best to say absolutely nothing as it only embarrasses and I don’t think it solves the problem. Oh, look what’s just come out of the oven. 
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Your bottom picture almost makes me want a bite. At least of the whipped cream
Now I know cake isn’t your thing, so that’s a big compliment:)
I shall also blame my cakes disappearing on a thief! Better than blaming myself even though the evidence is clear on my hips
It’s the tip of the iceberg problem, Tandy. Our brain is in the tip – we’re not looking the bottom:)
Ah, the mystery is solved. Though the cake thief keeps putting it back on my hips. Now that is very rude indeed.
They’re very hard to stop, these cake thieves.
I love the few crumbs lingering just outside the cake safe.
But why should there be a safe at all? Enjoy and don’t apologize: at least not to me! My picture would show a smaller piece left in the safe and a lot more crumbs outside.
Nice one, Ronnie. That’s the way it should be:)
You’ve got some big mice, with Sabatier like teeth
It’s a worry, MD, a real worry:)
I lion would take care of it – they don’t like cake!
I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of that, MD:)
I blame the midnight munchies…..
….or the boogie:)
It doesn’t often happen that the first sound that comes out of my mouth in the morning is a guffaw. Today was such a morning. and i hank you.
I’m glad I helped to kick start the day:)
You made me laugh so much, Roger! Phil turns down cake during the day with the sanctimoniousness of the Pope, but at night he becomes a cake-devouring fiend. Someone find a cake safe with a padlock.
Didn’t Phil once blame a disappeared cake on poor Kit Kat?
The cake thief is bereft of morals, Andra:)
Cake can run, but it can’t hide:)
Thank God I neither make nor eat cake . . . on the other hand no interesting mysteries to solve either
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I’ve opened your eyes to the mysteries of the cake:)
Oh my…Your cake looks so gorgeous and tempting. If I make one, I’m afraid I’ll only see crumbs on the cake stand the next day.
That sounds a good shot. Nice one, Amy:)
The last time I made dessert, it was tarts. Individual portions. I ate three. Therefore, I cannot say that making cake in individual servings would solve this problem………
Nothing works. Individual tarts or whole cakes – the thief will have them:)
We need about five of those covers in the summer. Glad someone else uses them.
Too right, Greg. We had an Australian client who introduced us to a collapsible version, like a small umbrella, which is brilliant. Being near to livestock, we have plenty of flies in summer.
My first thought, after wishing I had a piece of cake, was that my cake marauder(s) had gone transcontinental. With the Conrcorde gone, I knew that impossible. The only logical explanation, therefore, is that you and I are victims of a diabolical network of cake thieves. I hope, together, we can get to the bottom of this. My cakes are disappearing at an alarming rate every night and apparently the stress is causing me to gain weight.
I will become Watson to your Holmes, John. We’ll eventually snare this Moriarty of the cake:)
Well done! PS can I have a piece too?
You’re always welcome, Marina:)
That looks quite irresistible, to any kind of thief, and to me even though I don’t make or eat cakes much.
The ones who say they don’t eat cake are the worst:)
hmmm – I love those crumbles lingering there too. Are you sure they weren’t made as a path guiding those faithful to the redeeming properties of a cake well made? I swear they look just like that to me . .
(blushing wannabe cake thief)
p.s.: thanks for the lovely post Roger : )
You saw through me:)
Forget the first cake! It’s gone! Greedily protect and defend the one from the oven!
Ours not to question why, ours but to do and eat cake:)
I couldn’t trust myself with your cake either…it simply cries more.
Gotta gag that cake.
What a fine cake.
I hope you’re not planning on a cake raid:)
Hmmm perhaps a brick on top of the “safe” to keep it saf”er”? Cake is *never* safe around me! Mmmm…
Safe, safer,safest — as you say, cake is never safe:)
I may be cynical, but those crumbs have decoy written all over them; your cake thief is human
Too right:)