I frequently cook for my boys; some weeks, their diet is more varied than mine.
I am listening to them slurping away (appreciatively?) at theirSloppe du jour : Roasted pumpkin purée with shredded (leftover) mutton, root vegetables, barley and bread crusts – with a hint of curry & cumin.
And not because its cute or that I'm a suck, but because I am creative and frugal-as-f*ck in the kitchen. That makes it manly, k?! Awrrr.
No, no , no, OW. Rest easy, those Moroccans weren't feeding you dog food, its my dogs that have it too good. In fact, you've got me thinking about just how well my boys eat compared to most North Americans – and not a kilo overweight either!
Despite the Moroccan tagine, my meal was cooked by a German organic chef.
I'm sure your dogs do eat better than most Americans. The triumph of fast food is just another indicator of the impoverishment of the imagination in America. I read a study a few years back that demonstrated how an adventurous palate paralleled a generally more open-minded personality. The French are now educating public school children in taste.
Still, I'm not going to eat the raw 17-day-old fertilized duck eggs I was offered by a Vietnamese bar recently.
"This little piggy went to the market, This little piggy stayed home, This little piggy ate roast beef, This little piggy had none, This little piggy went wee wee wee all the way home, And this little piggy cracked wise ass jokes!"
- from Nursery Rhymes for *Special* Children by Momma McGay
I have a missing adult canine. Dentist has been trying to get me to get the shattered baby canine pulled for 6 years.
I used to be a "Monkeyboy" as well, until some brute in cleats came down on my foot in ultimate frisbee and crushed a joint of my first toe and left the whole toe off kilter. It's kinda pathetic I was actually more distressed by being unable to pick things up with my foot than I was about having dislocated and broken bones.
HA HA HA HA I'm quite the MonkeyBoy. My first ballet teacher used to make us do horrid things with our toes and feet to make them strong. Holding marbles in our toes during certain barre exercises, "scrunching" our toes, and ONLY our toes, to move across the floor, going to 3/4 pointe (standing out your toes without the protection of pointe shoes). I still have very strong and dexterous feet.
uummmm my first naval ring was ripped out by a spiked cuff in a mosh pit.