Do I look forgotten or what?
Well, as usual, mama has plunged into her cooking, which, for her, is the most fun about traveling, plus THEY are going off to a fair where antiques are sold. WITHOUT ME.
I know, I know, she should see a shrink (or maybe the medium that advertised in that little town and says she can bring back a loved one) just to make sure her head is screwed on correctly, but it’s the truth. Cooking is her vacation. With an open market right outside thee door and baby artichokes and spring asparagus and fennel and a fragrant bakery and guinea pigs to practice on, mama is in seventh heaven. I guess I’m lucky that way because I DO get little snips and snaps of chicken or fish or whatever it is she’s up to and I’m VERY happy with that.
Yesterday there were little new potatoes and fried artichokes and the above-mentioned aspergrass, as papa calls it, and lovely tangerines and apples and you name it and she just mixed the all together and made a stew….haha, just kidding.
Fried artichokes with lemon and mint. I actually like these, too.
But mama says it’s such fun to cook for people and see them happy and it’s convivial (whatever that is) and gives them a little piece of herself because she loves them and if they screw up their faces and say ARGGGG, then she knows maybe the recipe needs adjusting. Haha, just kidding.
Hard to mess up a new potato, right? Whatever that is.
Today they are all going to see MORE friends in a little OTHER town nearby (20 minutes) and go to another open market of second-hand things and antiques and all that old sort of stuff that anthros rummage around in hoping to find a treasure. Mama loves those places. Plus, there’s a little old man who sells really good olive oil in the same place so I know they’ll stop there. I’ll try to get mama to take some pics and send them and I MAY do her a favour and put them in tomorrow’s blog, but you never know. I may not be in the mood.
She’ll just have to make sure she finds something for KITTIES (make that A KITTY) at that fair. Even then, I just may not open her email…
And they are NOT getting their bed back. No way, Jose.
Claire says that looks very yummy ! What a lovely belly ! Purrs
Oh, thank you. My tummy seems to be an attraction, who knows why? It’s just a round little hairy tummy.
My Mama wishes she lived by your Mama so they could cook together. My Mama LOVES to cook too!!
Hey, they can cook by email!!! Mama loves to trade recipes with anyone who loves to cook.
Mom had better do a magnificat creation for you Loulou or NO bed MOL
Timmy and Family
Heh, heh, you got the picture!
haha – I’m taking REVENGE lessons from YOU, Loulou!!! I like the part about not letting them get back into bed as punishment. Just wait till “they” don’t give me enough kibbles. Not sure about what maneuver I’ll do, but I’ll use my imagination. And make THEM sleep on the floor on that silly leopard-print cushion. hehheh – I can see them now……………well, not a pretty sight, maybe I will have to think of something else less drastic……..
WOW, a leopard pillow? Hey, maybe they bought it as a friend for you, but I agree, not a pretty site. However, mama said that YOUR mama cooked a wonderful lunch for THEM, so maybe I should take my revenge on YOUR mama, too.
I am glad they are having fun n your Mama is enjoying cooking.
The bed is definitely yours. XO
I’m not even going to change the sheets…haha.
Oh goodness – when you started in about Mama’s fresh ingredients and you mentioned guinea pigs I thought – for just a flash – that you meant literal, actual, guinea pigs and – you know – they DO eat them in some countries. But then I realized you meant other anthros to TEST her recipes on. Whew !
Don’t forget – you were hiding when they were packing, so maybe you are missing your people but not really wanting to TRAVEL.
I do not like travel, that’s for sure. Maybe if I had that Jack Daniels that The Great SWAMPI seems to have hit upon, I would feel better. And no, mama hasn’t yet used real guinea pigs…ech.
Good for you! Possession is 9/10 of ownership, so the bed is definitely yours! Sounds like someone is having fun cooking for everyone except you. When they get home, your mom owes ou big time in the cooking dept. What do you think your little heart will desire then?
My little heart will want a BIG sardine or fresh anchovy, maybe with a little lemon and butter, or grilled with olive oil and parsley, whatever that is.
Oh Loulou! You are just too adorable! That belly … and your bed shot … I don’t know how anyone resists you!
Well, when THEY ARE HERE (!) they do not resist me, but when they are NOT here, that’s another problem.