Who knew Wiener liked spaghetti? According to Mock, she will eat anything I eat. Most of the time, he's right. She does eat most anything, that is except eggs. I don't know why, but she won't eat them. Now, if I throw in some cheese and ham, or happen to have a four-cheese quiche handy, she's there.
I have had lots of animals in my life time. My dad loved animals. My mom not so much. In fact, she gave away my cocker spaniel one day while I was at school. I have never had an animal that didn't like eggs except Ween.
Maybe she has a point. When you think about where eggs come from, it kind of does make you think about whether you should eat them or not. Then again, I love Mock's eggs when he fixes them. He says he just adds milk, but I've done that and mine aren't as good as his.
Why is it when someone gives you the recipe for something, it never turns out the way it did for them. I think it must be something in the interpretation. I don't usually ask for the receipt, even if I like it. It just never tastes the same.
I fixed spaghetti for dinner tonight. Charles and Carole, my niece who is visiting from Nashville, came over. It is always good to see and be with relatives. Her mother, Lila, didn't get to come this time. They belong in Orlando; they just haven't been able to move here yet. That would be totally neat. I love family gatherings.
Ween passed out a few minutes ago. She put herself to bed tonight. I guess she can't hold her spaghetti.
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