San Geraldo doesn’t like to lose. I refuse to play Monopoly with him. He’s too cut-throat. (Well, I refuse to play Monopoly with anyone. I can’t stand the game.) When we play cards, he often gloats when he’s winning and pouts when he’s losing. He used to beg me to play Scrabble with him. I love(d) Scrabble. We would play. If he was losing, he’d tell me he was tired and he didn’t want to play anymore. Brat. Like I said, he doesn’t like to lose.
So, it’s no surprise that San Geraldo — although admittedly an excellent chef — couldn’t let me have some glory in the kitchen. I cooked a snack yesterday to overwhelming response. I actually left them begging for more. San Geraldo couldn’t tolerate that and decided to one-up me (can you TEN-up someone?) by cooking a dinner of couscous (with mint, chives, and raisins); peas and onions (he actually chopped up a fresh onion… can you imagine?); and pork fillets smothered in apples and raisins.
As if that weren’t enough, San Geraldo baked (to perfection) a plum tart [Correction: It was a cobbler, not a tart.] Now I’m not really complaining since I was on the receiving end, but still, you’d think he could have let me have my day in the sun.
What Did I Cook?
As you know, Dudo and Moose are receiving treats daily now. Saturday, I opened a can of “wet food.” It was too much for a one-serving snack per cat, so I split it in half, gave them each half of that, and put the remainder in the fridge. Sunday, I thought they might like it warmed up a little, so I microwaved the leftovers for about 20 seconds. Yes, I cooked. The cats were ecstatic. At least they (especially Dudo) appreciate my efforts. Now, every time I walk into the kitchen, they come running… and begging. As if I’d have no other reason to be in the kitchen! I do wash dishes, you know!
|I TOLD YOU I LEFT THEM BEGGING FOR MORE.|
Anyway, this morning I got the last laugh. For breakfast, I topped my slab of plum tart [cobbler] with Greek yogurt. Who’s the gourmet now?