I was lying here, minding my own business, when the distinct perfume of canned TUNA came wafting across my tiny, adorable little nose…(Loulou, do NOT toot your own horn, okay? You should be ashamed!)
Well, you know how mama is always saying (saying always: mistake no. 1!) that she loves recipes and creates recipes with the least number of ingredients possible (except for curries) and now I’m sitting here watching her open a can of REALLY good tuna and thinking, “Mama’s not going to use up all that can for only two anthros, right?” And this is AFTER putting all the bread crumbs (from slicing a huge loaf of country bread–compagne) into a large salad bowl, then chopped cucumbers from our neighbour, Jean, the guru, then leftover rice from last night (seasoned with olive oil and her vinegar), then a chopped boiled potato (leftover from making potato salad), then tiny slices of new onion, then a handful of cilantro (coriandre), then a tiny squeeze of new garlic, then some olive oil and vinegar, some salt and pepper and one spoon of mayonnaise (mama cannot imagine tuna without mayo somewhere, haha) and oh, I forgot, the TUNA, which she carefully distributed over the salad bowl, looking all the while at me, slobbering and drooling on the kitchen floor (well, not really, just looking hopeful–I normally do not slobber or drool…yet) and then, AHA! She picked up my little bowl of (uneaten) morning food and sort of mushed around a spoon of that incredible tuna with the morning’s rejects and guess what.
I ate every bit. Funny what a little dab of tuna will do ya’….
Oh you lucky lady! What a delicacy your momma made for you! That is a good momma! My mouth was watering just reading your postie! I bet you had a nice long catnap once your belly was full of that special treat! Mew Mew!
Well, I stuffed on the tuna if nothing else–I’m not yet into boiled potatoes, cilantro and stuff. But I’m getting there.
Mmmmmm…tuna. We never get enough of it.
I know what you mean. Tuna in the mornin’, tuna in the evenin’, tuna at suppertime!
ooooh – mama is drooling too, but I’ve never tried tuna!! But I’m going to twist their ankle and see if they’ll throw some my way their next tuna repas. They do give le bits of zucchini and carrot and an occasional cherry tomato. And things that drop onto the floor – that’s when mama calls “hoover” I come running and scoop it up faster than you can say electrolux!!!!
You have to be the funniest doggy on earth. I LOVE ‘HOOVER’!!! And guess what, Mya? All mama seems to be able to grow this year are CHERRY TOMATOES. You are going to have a field day in Aug.
Oh, yeah, tuna is to drool for!
Hey, that’s a good recipe name: Drooling Tuna Treats
Oh LouLou, that wonderful-sounding tuna salad has ME drooling ! So glad you got a share !
Just throw everything in the fridge into it and top with tuna, haha.