Today, we talk about leftovers.
Some people hate them (like mommy), some people don’t mind them, and some people like the food even better the next day – daddy says this applies to soups!
Anyway, Friday night daddy took mommy out to Pearl Harbourfront (no war jokes please!) for dinner. It is a Chinese restaurant, a step up from the ones you see in Chinatown.
I obviously was left behind at home because my humans are selfish – sometimes I think they don’t love me anymore, but they usually come home with treats and I get lots of belly rubs, so I’ll give them the benefit of a doubt.
They ordered some dim sum and a whole duck. A whole duck! They didn’t finish all the food, so they took the leftover duck home.
The next day, they wanted to have the duck for dinner. Mommy suggested they make tacos, but in the end, hand wraps were in order!
Daddy became Chef Extraordinaire again. He dropped a piece of Boston lettuce on the floor and I promptly brought it to my bed. Mommy just watched me do it, and I was a little bit shocked because usually she would try to stop me. And then I realized why she didn’t do anything. That lettuce was disgusting. I licked it a little bit, and after a few seconds, left it alone in my bed.
I didn’t get any scraps, but I did get lots of belly rubs afterwards.Read more "Sookie Cooks: Leftovers"