Posted by on Apr 2, 2020 | 13 comments

Hey, mama, let me be your sous chef!

So I’m trying to help mama fix lunch because there’s a lot to do around  here in isolation what with house-cleaning, closet-straightening, washing my comforter, doing my coiffure (with malt paste treat!), checking my kibble supply and so on and so I said I would make the salad and I couldn’t believe it, there was a delicious-looking salad all  ready for me to toss with extra virgin olive oil and mama’s nutty-tasting  wine vinegar, a touch of garlic and a dab of Dijon mustard and I got out the salad servers and started to help when mama yelled, “LOULOU, WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING? THAT’S MY COMPOST BOWL!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

UH, OH….

Maybe I just stick to figuring out what this thing does…

I’m not a big fan of kiwi skins anyway.