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Sell the Sizzle, not the Steak
mmm…fajitas…I prefer chicken, though.
Spicy fajitas sound really good, too bad there’s no Mexican place close.
We got Mexican for lunch yesterday (my boss bought us lunch because a coworker is leaving; her last day is tomorrow). They have bowls and burritos and tacos, but no fajitas. (I got a bowl with chicken, rice, black beans, corn, cheese and “veggies” which they don’t specify on the menu but turned out to be peppers and onions…so it was basically a fajita bowl.) He also got an order of caramel churros, which I expected to be churros with a caramel dipping sauce but turned out to be churros filled with caramel…and they were yummy.
I’m not a huge fan of Mexican food but I would order from there again. (I was tempted to stop for more churros on my way home…even though it’s not technically on my way home.)
Many decades ago, I was adopted by a semi-feral cat. He was completely unable to function indoors, no matter what I did, but made our yard his home. We had a wooden crate we covered with plastic, filled with hay, stuffed with old towels and blankets (I think I’ve mentioned this before), and placed by the dryer hose outlet. My disreputable feline slept in there quite comfortably, even in bad weather. In the winter, I would heat up his gooshy food on the stove before feeding him, and he was quite vocal about his gratitude. This little frying pan reminded me of him.
Aww. What a sweet memory. You’re a good hoomin, Duckie.
Awwww,
PS – please don’t tell my cats about this, they’ll be demanding hot meals and heated china bowls next.
That’s a lovely story Duckie.
Gushy food tastes better warm. I should try that for my boys, two of whom appreciate some canned food every night.
My dad used to heat up the kidney diet food for my childhood cat. I thought somebody had body-snatched Dad–he never liked that cat but faithfully heated up food every night after I went away for college. I came back for winter break one year, and he made me do the same thing.