Barking Kitten

Fiction, musings on literature, food writing, and the occasional Friday cat blog. For lovers of serious literature, cooking, and eating.


Close to forty. Not cool. Politically left. Atheist. Happily married. No kids.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Sometimes you just want a burger

No rissoles, daubes, or delicate bisques. No organic roasted chicken nestled on a bed of heirloom veggies. Just a burger, a nice fatty one mooshed up with worcestshire and tabasco. And (gasp) frozen Cascadian Farm french fries, oven baked beneath a shower of salt.

Have you given up on me? Admit it--sometimes you just want something plain and maybe not exactly high up on your doctor's healthy foods list. I sliced some cucumbers on the side. A nod to green things, okay?

Tomorrow I see the orthodontist (pushing forty, with braces...could I be LESS cool?), meaning Wednesday dinner will be soft. A nice risotto, some polenta, a dish of pasta. Our cupboard is nearly bare, so I will stop in the posh grocery conveniently located near my ortho and get Hockeyman some chewy animal protein. I will also buy a rabbit, because this particular store is the only place I've been able to find them locally. I plan a rabbit adventure over the weekend, when I will have time to fuss.

This will be my second go-round with bunny, the first time being fairly successful--Peter was a bit overcooked. He was a frozen fellow, quite expensive at twenty bucks (hence this being only the second time). I got some odd looks when I asked the counter guy for a rabbit, especially from the extremely pregnant woman next to me who had a toddler in tow. Both mother and child looked horrified, as if I'd asked them to hand over their pet. The shrink-wrapped carcass the butcher gave me looked nothing like the fuzzy pink-eyed guy the kid had at home, I assure you.

I am posting more story, but H-man says I should put it up as a separate post. Still learning the etiquette.


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