Uh, oh, I hear papa cookin’. I’d better go help.
Well, every morning papa does his own breakfast of three cereals, mixed nicely with a bit of salt and butter and then a little added brown sugar and milk, and he’s also quite good at Spaghetti alla Carbonara, one of our favorites (notice the ‘our’–eggs, bacon and parmesan, what’s not to like?), but what I love is his funny banter when mama is cooking.
Which is a lot.
Well, actually, lunch and dinner, so not so out of the ordinary, but mama tends to COOK, if you get my drift. A sautéed onion, a little garlic, sliced leeks and potatoes and a pinch of nutmeg and squeeze of lemon all stirred together in a rich chicken broth to make one of winter’s most wonderful soups, Soupe a la Parmentier.
Whatever that means.
But sometimes he’ll come down to lunch or dinner and say casually, “So what are we having for dinner? Peasant under glass again?” Or something equally funny as in “Oh, thank heaven, it’s about time we’re having something good, for a change.”
Well, anyway, we laugh, which is good for the soul. But peasant under glass really tickles me!
And when mama feeds me, she says “Oh, Loulou, num num, you’re having minced chicken breast with garden tomatoes and just a drop of extra virgin olive oil” and I think, “Mama, are you joking, this is just CAT FOOD, gimme a break?”
But I go along with it to join in the fun, haha. And what’s an extra virgin anyway? Does that mean there are too many?
For that matter, what’s a virgin?
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Oh LouLou, ifin only you were havin’ the delicious noms your mommy talks ’bout. You’d be much better off. Big hugs
Luv ya’
Dezi and Raena
I did get a bit of egg…
Loulou what fine meals you all have
We are rather into food here…mama writes cookbooks.
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Ooooh, la!! Well, I got left at home while mama and papa went to neighbors house for dinner last night. She’s sitting here with a hangover (what IS that Loulou?) and drooling into the keyboard at these descriptions of oat cuisine, teehee. Papa just came in and asked what was for lunch and she gave him That Look. Uh oh……but they’re going to Roberto’s on Saturday and get peccorino for Carbonara!!!
Oh, boy, one of my favorite pastas!!! And I guess pecorino works as well as parmesan, for sure. JUST NO CREAM the way the French seem to think it’s made…Eggs, bacon, pecorino, olive oil and basta. See you SOON.
You have made me really hungry 🙂
Well, I noticed that they have been sipping that soup for two days now and it’s still tasty. I even had a lick.
Oh Loulou…all this food talk is making us hungry!
Hey, onions, leeks, potatoes…what’s not to like?
You obviously don’t appreciate the finer details of canned cat food 😉
Oh, I was just being difficult. I LOVE my detailed Purina…and I’m eating tomatoes for the first time!
We had a kindergarten teacher named “Mrs. Virgin.” So her husband, of course, was “Mr. Virgin.” And of course, “E.T.” was one more terresrial than was needed.
Mr and Mrs Vigin? HILARIOUS. Must be from an interesting family, that name.