Salmon Chanted Evening
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captainsblogWhen I walk into the kitchen and Eleanor's laptop is set up near the food preparation area, it's usually a good thing. It means she's trying out a new recipe, and between these good ideas and her skills, the hits way outnumber the misses.
The other night was, by mutual agreement, a miss. Maybe it's because she ran out of seasoned bread crumbs and had to mash up some ordinary corn flakes. Maybe salmon doesn't lend itself to cakes as easily as crabmeat does. For whatever reason, we had four salmoncakes (I did identify it as "some kind of fish," clued in by the tartar sauce) that just didn't hit the mark, and one of them was left over.
"No problem," I said. "I'll split it between the cats. They'll LOVE getting real fresh food for a change."
Ha.
They instead did their uniquely feline re-creation of the old Mikey commercial:
Tazzer: What's this stuff?
Michelle: It's got some cereal on it. Supposed to be good for you.
Tazzer: I'm not gonna try it, you try it.
Michelle: I'mmm not gonna try it....
[they hear the whimpering of the unfed dog upstairs]
Unison: Let's get Tasha!
Tazzer: Yeah, she won't eat it. She hates everything.
Sadly, we considered the rejection by two species to be just too much, and I'd rather not have a 60-pound horking dog, tyvm. I have decided, however, that if we ever get a male cat again, we're naming him Mikey.
The other night was, by mutual agreement, a miss. Maybe it's because she ran out of seasoned bread crumbs and had to mash up some ordinary corn flakes. Maybe salmon doesn't lend itself to cakes as easily as crabmeat does. For whatever reason, we had four salmoncakes (I did identify it as "some kind of fish," clued in by the tartar sauce) that just didn't hit the mark, and one of them was left over.
"No problem," I said. "I'll split it between the cats. They'll LOVE getting real fresh food for a change."
Ha.
They instead did their uniquely feline re-creation of the old Mikey commercial:
Tazzer: What's this stuff?
Michelle: It's got some cereal on it. Supposed to be good for you.
Tazzer: I'm not gonna try it, you try it.
Michelle: I'mmm not gonna try it....
[they hear the whimpering of the unfed dog upstairs]
Unison: Let's get Tasha!
Tazzer: Yeah, she won't eat it. She hates everything.
Sadly, we considered the rejection by two species to be just too much, and I'd rather not have a 60-pound horking dog, tyvm. I have decided, however, that if we ever get a male cat again, we're naming him Mikey.
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Date: 2008-07-06 04:19 am (UTC)HA! That just cracked me up. I'm quite sure Eleanor hits much more than she misses, which is more than can be said for me. This is why I let Bill cook.