Cooking is such a gift, isn't it? People that really enjoy cooking are usually pretty cool. They know which foods work together, how to prepare meat, vegetables, what seasonings go good with this or that. They experiment, and are successful at the effort. That's so nice. They smile while they cook, perhaps enjoy some wine, listen to music. It's good to cook.
My children asked me for a snack last night. After the third request I realized they had not had dinner, their mother was out, and I was 'on' for dinner. Oops. The first thing I did was to pour myself another glass of wine to begin the exploration of the kitchen. Liam wanted to help of course, as he is a natural cook. We debated the merits of a few entrees then settled in on my normal culinary expression: macaroni and cheese. To enhance this quality dining we choose hot dogs to be sliced and added to the processed cheese mix and cardboard fresh macaroni. I gingerly placed the franks on a small plate waiting for the water to boil then caught a few minutes of something on the television with the boys. Then it happened - as I return to the kitchen I happened upon a very guilty looking dog, one empty clean white plate, and three missing hotdogs.
Zeke, the Menace, slithered sheepishly low to the ground. It's at these times - caught red handed - that I can pronounce the word 'NO' in my deepest longest dog-tone and get the best guilt-stricken body language out of him. I followed that up with a great big 'BAD DOG' then sent him to the back yard to contemplate his shameful actions.
Liam loved it. He laughed and smiled his cute kid smile then we went about cutting the remaining hotdogs for our exemplary dinner.
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