Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Nightmares of a Sort-Of-Vegetarian
I feel a bit like this guy this morning. I didn't sleep very well -- woke up about 2 a.m. and couldn't go back to sleep for a couple hours. I went out to the living room to read and after a while Olga came out to get me. She walked over to the couch, sat next to me in the lamplight, gave me a lick and then turned around and headed back to the bedroom, looking over her shoulder as if to say, "Are you coming?" She doesn't like it when the pack isn't together.
Dave is all excited because he's going to make sausage and chicken liver paté this evening after work. (He mixed the sausage a few days ago -- it's been curing in our refrigerator ever since.) I am dreading the condition of our kitchen later tonight. And I told him he has to eat the sausage first to make sure it doesn't kill him.
"And by the way," I said, "where is my veggie stir-fry?"
No wonder I couldn't sleep.
(Photo: King's Road, Chelsea.)