food

April 14, 2019

Those Eyes

A pair of bright eyes peered up at me from under the table as I was eating.  The eyes were begging me to give their owners food, some of the food I was eating.  It happens just about every meal, these bright eyes in an eager, pleading face peer up at me.  Hoping for a small scrap, perhaps a bit of fall out or such.  And it’s not entirely out of the question for stuff to fall where the owner of those eyes can race to gobble it up before I get to it.

But the owner of these eyes wasn’t just  watching me, oh no, she was also watching Beloved,s hand as it moved to and from his mouth.  Double the odds for her to get some fall out, or even better, to try her puppy dog eyes to plead with someone for food.  And when it comes to Beloved, she stands a much better chance of acquiring the odd morsel.  

She also knows that if she enters the kitchen when he is cooking, she stands a good chance of sampling the goods.  And I know this is to be a true fact as I have watched him toss bits of Apple, carrot and cheese where she can get them on the floor.  He has also offered her lettuce and cooked squash.   If he doesn’t give her food while he is cooking, she will sneak up behind him, stand on two legs and bat at his bum with her front paws.  Just in case he forgot about her.

So as she peered at me under the table tonight, I knew she would get bored and go to his side.  And then it would be a question of how much fish he gave her and if she got any veggies.  I knew that he wouldn’t be able to resist feeding her berries later on.  She’s made about all berries and the blackberries were so sweet, she’d be climbing on us to get her share.

Not much gets past those eyes of her.  Not much at all. 

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March 29, 2019

Oh The Choices

The four-footed one likes to flop down in pools of sunshine when they appear on the floor.  She simply settles down and rests, even if she just work up not that long ago.  Thr four-footed one also likes to hear the sound of a knife on a cutting board as she believes she will get food.  The four-footed one also likes the sounds of food being unwrapped, in hope that some food could come her way.

Why am I telling you this?  Because today the trifecta of sun, sounds and more sounds all came together in one moment.  She found sound and settled down about the same time as a bit of food was being unwrapped and then cut on the cutting board.  She was torn between leaving the valuable patch of sun to see if she could get some food or staying in the sun and potentially missing out on a sample of something delicious.  She would open her eyes wide, lift her head and get ready to go to the kitchen only to be lulled by a moment of silence and the warmth of the sun.

No we weren’t teasing her, it was all simply a case of perfect timing or such.  And in the end the sun won out.  After all even though she tends to live in the moment, she recognized that the sun would be more fleeting and we were more likely to offer her food later on.  She wasn’t wrong on either case.

There may be something calculated in her behavior I think.  Beloved says not calculating at all, she’s just learned the routine well enough to know which is more likely to wait around.  

March 15, 2019

Delicate Dancing 

Now and then someone will recommend a restaurant or a meal or even a recipe for me to try.  And every once an a while I will try the recommendation.  Sometimes it was a good idea and sometimes it is a complete flop.  Let’s face it, if the recommendation was good it’s easy to provide that feedback to the person, however when you didn’t have the same conclusion?  Yeah that is never as easy or fun.

Today was one of those days where I treid something at a restaurant I had never been to before.  So I tried a new place to eat and a specific meal which had come highly recommended by a trusted friend.  She has never steered me wrong before. I was comfortable and confident that this meal, heck this place, was going to be another success.  Except it wasn’t.

The whole experience of getting seated, getting a menu to placing an order was just wrong. The hostess struggled to find a place a place for two even with open seats and not a huge amount of reserved signs on the table.  She may have struggled because whatever was on her cellphone was more interesting.  The menus were thrown down on the table as if she didn’t care.  

The waiter, when he came, also appeared to not want to do his job,  it was an effort for him to take our orders or deliver the food. And I kind of understand why he may have struggled with the delivery of the food.  It looked less than appealing.  It tasted worse than how it looked.

My companion?  The friend who recommended the food.  I lacked the ability to say anything other than “I assume your experience was not like this at all before”.   Thankfully she wasn’t upset, but she said if she had not been with me and I had reported back my opinion she would have been a bit upset by my response.  And that’s always the delicate dance isn’t it?

March 1, 2019

Suck It Up

Who needs a vacuum or a broom when you have a four-legged animal who is on a crumb before it’s even hit the floor?  It has crossed my mind a few times that I could probably get rid of my vacuum cleaner since the four-footed has come into my life.  No crumb, no piece of fluff nor thread is safe from her curious mouth. 

And that’s probably why I have kept the vacuum because I don’t really want  her filling up on thread or fluff.  And some of the crumbs she really shouldn’t eat.  It’s all why I’ve kept the broom and such.  However I also wonder if there isn’t some special category of dog tricks for fastest crumb consumer.  

Because if there is, my companion is clearly in training or practicing for is event like her very life depends on it.  So naturally you probably think I have no crumbs in my house.  And I don’t. Well unless you consider the crumbs all are in her tummy.  Then yes I still have crumbs in my house.  And naturally you may think I have created a lot of crumbs which in turn has created the crumb consuming monster that is my dog.

Except I haven’t gone out of my way to create crumbs just for her eating pleasure.   Crumbs happen.  I’m pretty sure into every life a crumb or several must fall.  I can accept this.  But I just need to have it on record that I haven’t gone out of my way to create a million crumbs just for the dog.  It isn’t like that.  But if there is a competition for fastest crumb catcher for dogs, please let me know so I can get my companion signed up!

February 23, 2019

Not As Planned

I didn’t plan on consuming a whole bunch of French fries today.  However, I was out, and became hungry so I needed food.  As I was checking out my options, I spot a fry place and well it seemed like a very good idea at the time.  

To be honest it was a great idea those first few bites.  Fresh, hot fries with the right amount of salt.  I mean how can that not be right?  But as I ate those delicious fries, I realized that yes they would fill me up and yes they made me happy, however it was a temporary thing.  Temporary as in not long after I got hungry again.

And after having had delicious fries for a meal, the next meal wanted to be of similar type.  Something greasy, unhealthy, salty and utterly delicious.  Yes I know, having this would simply lead to more hungry which could only be filled with cake.  How do I know?  Because dear friends I gave in and had deliciously unhealthy meal.  And hours after that I had cake.  Because cake is always the answer.  Especially after a meal of delicious yet unhealthy food!

January 29, 2019

Carrots, Ceilings And A Confused Dog

Apparently carrots just fall randomly out of the sky, or perhaps the ceiling n my house. I’m pretty sure that’s the theory the dog is working off of.  And it is kind of my fault. Because I dropped a carrot off the counter and onto the floor. which suddenly means carrots basically rain down in my house.

The four-footed one has taken to walking around looking up at the ceiling all the time, just in case.  So far she has walked into one wall and just about hit a door while glancing up.

Now I thought she’d keep this to the kitchen, after all that’s where the carrot fell.  But nope not my  girl.  She is hopeful and eager.  Every room has suddenly come into having the potential of offering carrots from above.

Pperhaps to her it is a bit like mana from heaven. Only n this case she isn’t wandering in a wasteland so much as the house.  And the carrots aren’t falling every day for food because she gets dog food and water all the time.  So wander on my four-footed friend, wander on as you wonder when the carrot will fall next.  Or if it will fall again.

January 13, 2019

A Box Of Goodies

We went to a small French bistro today, for something light and may have something  delicate to take home.  There was the typical fare of croissants and pain au chocolate as well as baguettes and a variety of cheeses.  And finally salads and sandwiches.

My companion decided to have a classical French sandwiches, their version of grilled cheese.  I opted for a salad because I completely planned on some other, sweet delights for later on.

The food came, delightful  and tasty.  The delicious after sweets were just right and thus required more to be purchased for at home.  One should always do a taste test first before bringing items home for others.  At least that’s the theory I’ve applied and of far have yet to bring home a”disappointment” unless I’m with someone who insists we just get the item to go.

At home, with the precious bag of goodies set down so I could finish brining in the items, the four-footed one decided she needed to investigate.  So she pulled the page to her kennel and started sniffing.  Thankfully  the box remained sealed and the four-footed didn’t bat it around.  So I traded her for the box.  She got a delicious sweet potato piece and I had the box bistro goodies.  No dear friends I didn’t eat them all, they were  for company.  Just the thing!