Yes, Cosmo, that's why you've been feeling those aches and pains.
There was one vegetarian. Imagine that? A vegetarian dog?
Boys will be boys. After we'd overcome our shock, we pulled the pins out of our cat dolls and stuck them in him.
Obviously the Boofhead* was Home Economist-less. Barbara was on the phone to a lawyer seeking advice re wrongful dismissal.
What to feed a vegetarian? The Boofhead* rooted around in the frigo and the cupboards in search of something to satisfy the lunatic.
This is what the Boofhead* came up with:

And this is what the Boofhead* did with it all. Tossed the oil, the garlic and the crumbled chillies into a padella over medium heat and let them share their flavours for a couple of minutes:



At which point the Boofhead* checked the seasoning, stirred in the Italian parsley, and put this in front of the vegetarian:

Less so when we put one of Barbara's frocks on him, tarred and feathered him, and tossed him out into the street.
Boys will be boys.
*I've noticed more and more pompous, self-important types referring to themselves in the third person. I've joined the club.
9 comments:
My DD is worried about you. She says with opposable thumbs you will need walking aids. Without them you will have to rely on that human to cook. Won't Barbara laugh at you if you have to get wheels instead of paws?
My DD is worried about you. She says with opposable thumbs you will need walking aids. Without them you will have to rely on that human to cook. Won't Barbara laugh at you if you have to get wheels instead of paws?
Nah. I defy logic. Pretty obviously.
Now that looks like it might make quite a nice contribution to my "five fruit and veg" a day diet. Except I almost never buy cauliflowers......
Cosmo is lolling around inspecting his "I'm not on a diet" tummy and generally being very laid back!
Fattening him up for the rotisserie for me? Jolly jolly good.
If people could see what you do with a bone, they'd all be vegetarians!
What? How could clubbing a cat with a bone turn anyone into a vegetarian?
Every once in a while I follow your escapades Mr. Dermott and am glad I do, we had great cauliflower and veal last night. Many thanks and keep up the good work!
Vicky from expats
Yo Vicky. Piacere mio, as they tend to say around here. I put it all down to my opposable thumbs. The local dogs in the town are green with envy. Or maybe they just need a bath.
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