Last night Phil--who was fixing leftovers for himself for dinner--said, "I know why old people get sick and die. They just eat soup and sandwiches." He paused. "And dog food."
Now, I don't cook as much as I used to, it's true. He does fix his own breakfast--I offer--sometimes--but he usually fixes a smoothie or sometimes will just eat fruit. He fixes his own lunch, that's true too. He often eats Ramen soup, the Oriental kind, which I like about twice a year. Maybe once. He loves the stuff. I offer to fix his lunch but no, he likes to fix his own.
Sometimes I'll cook dinner but when I ask him what he wants for dinner he'll often say, "I think I'll just eat apples." Honest, he does.
So...where does the dog food crack come from? Do you think it's a comment on the food I do fix? Do you think that's why he wants to eat apples for dinner?
Tonight I cooked. I didn't open a can of Alpo and simmer it on the stove.* He ate a lot. He liked it, I think. Maybe we will be long lived after all.
*I baked it in the oven. Hee hee. JK
Friday, November 16, 2007
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When my oldest brother retired he said that he bought a cookbook called "1000 Alpo Recipes."
Thanks for the compliment on my blog.... it's hard to remember when I'm knee deep in diapers and runny noses that someone micht actually think my life is interesting and "perfect"...I don't know about interesting..but perfect sounds about right!
Hmmm I wonder if they have a cookbook for cat food...
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