Hey, I would have cleaned up that mess, mama. You just have to ASK!
“That Mess”= Mama’s three-days-to-make-soupe de poisson-with-green-crab-base-and-five-more-fish-soup-fish-added!
Don’t look at me, all I heard in my deep slumber was mama yelling but…well, I’m not going to say what she was yelling but it was heard all over the house (just as this fish soup is now permeating every corner of our dwelling) and I ran to see if I could help and she yelled, “NO, NO, LOULOU, begone back to your slumbers!” Or something that sounded like that so I beat it out of there but I saw what had happened and oh, boy, mama was NOT a happy camper, whatever that is.
Open fridge. Reach for special fish soup for dinner. Mistakenly brush against ketchup bottle, which threatens to drop and which one GRABS so as not to let it fall and soup bowl slops…er…slips out of hands and goes ALL OVER THE FLOOR, SPLASHING EVERYTIHING IN ITS WAKE INCLUDING ALL OF MAMA’S CLOTHES, SHOES AND WORST OF ALL, HAIR!
Ech!!! Fish in the hair is the WORST! Mama is always eating boiled shrimp and then running her hands through her hair, without thinking. Well, she actually isn’t really doing that but it LOOKS that way and papa is always saying, “ACK, you’re running your shrimp hands through your HAIR.”
(But she does it just for fun. She has actually washed them first, haha. Got to keep ’em on their toes.)
Well, the last I heard or saw of this culinary disaster was mama in the tub, shoes and all under the shower, trying to wash out the green crab, salmon, whitefish, leftover delicious juice from scallops, and clam juice leftover from spaghetti alle vongole and then silence.
Quiet fuming, I might call it.
BUT…happy ending. Sort of. There was enough for dinner. Well, appetizers. And I sneaked in and found a few drops lurking next to ground zero and cleaned that up for mama. Whoa, that was a nice little soup-soup. I’m still dreaming of it as you can see…
Something is still a little…fishy around here. Better go check.
MOL Oh LouLou, mommy used to do dat a lot. She can’t feel her hands and arms a lot of times and so she used to drop all kinds of stuffs. Glad you were able to get a little taste fur yourself tho’. Sweet Dreams.
Luv ya’
Dezi and Raena
omg, Loulou – is that what they call fish fumet? I hope you got in a few bites before it was all mopped up. You know I would have been so happy to help you with clean-up!!!! What fun (you look happy as a clam in that last shot). But poor Momma – !!!! Next time, loulou – YOU have the cameras rolling!!!! This would have gotten more you-tube hits than Grumpy Cat!!!!!
Well, it was actually soupe de poisson de Pyrenees, not just fumet. It is made with fumet however. OR was…
That was so sweet of you to help your Momma clean up her mess. There are worse things that fish smell in your hair, one time my Sammy peed in mine.
Thank goodness you at least got a soup-con, Loulou ! (I don’t know how to achieve the little marks that go over the letters !)
Oh, your poor mama having to clean up that mess. She should have called in the neighborhood furries and you could all have had a fish supper while she showered in her shoes.