(This is the first decent sleep I’ve had since they left!)
Well, they are BACK!!!!!! I managed to do a few tricks for them, pretending joy at their arrival–I threw my catnip mouse in the air and caught it and ran around like a crazed weasel for a few minutes and purred appropriately and then that nice lady left (the one who fed me and snuggled me while THEY were somewhere having fun without me) and then we were ALONE. Together again, as George Jones croons….
Whoever he is.
But, oh, the weather is awful and the winds are howling around our little snug house and it’s wet and humid and the tomatoes look terrible, mama said (even thought she harvested about 20 when she got here!), and some plants have rust (rouille, in French, pronounced beautifully rooyah in Catalan–see Kitchen Kitty under FISH on this blog for a good recipe) and the basil is droopy and almost finished and the radicchio di Treviso that mama planted appears to be something else and she doesn’t know what, but she found pimientos de Padron in Barcelona and that’s a plus–tiny little green peppers that she cooks quickly in olive oil and then sprinkles with rock salt. I wouldn’t touch them with a ten-foot pole, but, then, cats are weird that way.
And, mama, says, “Do you want to hear an irony of ironies”, (whatever that is), the yearly meeting of Les Dames d’Escoffier is to be held in AUSTIN, TEXAS, where mama just spent the last month!!! Oh, boy, what planning these anthros do–and mama would have seen all of her old friends from LA and met some new ones and met Anne Clark, who is supposed to be a really good cookbook writer and food guru, and more.
But…of course…I was more important.
