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desperanceLunch was a cold plate: corned beef and sauerkraut and pickles and tomatoes and cheese, and the best bread in town.
Alas, I made a strategic error of monumental proportions. Of course, all my corned beef are belong to them; they told me so, emphatically.
"Oh whoops," I said, "I has made an error! I has heaped it all with sauerkraut, and cats don't eat sauerkraut..."
Wherein actually lay my error. I'm not sure about Barry, but Mac? Mac eats sauerkraut. At least if it's got corned beef underneath it, he does.
I'm feeling simple, in these unexpectedly hot days: tonight's supper shall be black pudding and apple hash, with crisped pancetta and the usual perfectly-poached egg on top, and a little sizzled chilli. 'Spect the cats'll want that too. I need a more effective Strategic Error. We already know Mac likes chilli.
Why yes, I do spend much of my day thinking about food and/or cats. Why do you ask?
Alas, I made a strategic error of monumental proportions. Of course, all my corned beef are belong to them; they told me so, emphatically.
"Oh whoops," I said, "I has made an error! I has heaped it all with sauerkraut, and cats don't eat sauerkraut..."
Wherein actually lay my error. I'm not sure about Barry, but Mac? Mac eats sauerkraut. At least if it's got corned beef underneath it, he does.
I'm feeling simple, in these unexpectedly hot days: tonight's supper shall be black pudding and apple hash, with crisped pancetta and the usual perfectly-poached egg on top, and a little sizzled chilli. 'Spect the cats'll want that too. I need a more effective Strategic Error. We already know Mac likes chilli.
Why yes, I do spend much of my day thinking about food and/or cats. Why do you ask?