There is an ongoing standoff in my kitchen. And it is totally my fault.
That’s Parker, aka Panther, aka Giant Panther or Piggy Panther, aka the 5-year-old feral kitty we rescued a year ago. He is a beast of a cat that weighs nearly twenty pounds and may be, in the words of our vet, an “emotional eater.”
And I am a bad parent. I think I am enabling him.
Remember the Week of Shrimp? Well, apparently Parker loves shrimp. And is even, one might say, a shrimp fiend. He attacks the trash can if there are shrimp shells in there, which causes extra trips to the trash chute for me, but I’m okay with that.
During the Week of Shrimp, I decided to give the poor guy a treat and fed him some of the freezer-burned bits that I was going to throw out anyway. While I was cooking. This is possibly one of the gravest mistakes I’ve ever made.
Because, now? Any time I enter the kitchen, Piggy Panther Parker is right there. He has even taken to napping on the kitchen mat.
(His down-dog is enviable. I know.)
It doesn’t matter whether it’s 10 AM and I’m refilling my coffee or 3 PM and I’m slicing an apple. He’s right there, curling around my legs rather obnoxiously, begging for shrimp.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve almost tripped on him – and even stepped right on him. He remains undeterred.
Why is this cat so damn smart? I feed him kitchen scraps ONE TIME and he remembers for two weeks?! One day out of 365 and his whole lifestyle changes? Our other cat has trouble finding her food dish if it’s more than two feet from her thick (yet very cute) little skull.
Yet another reason why parenting an actual child scares me. Because a human kid is probably smarter than this wily black cat. (Probably?) And clearly I’ve been outwitted here.
Suggestions on breaking a determined animal of its begging habit? It’s only a matter of time before I trip over him in the kitchen and fall on my face!
Today’s EAT: I love bacon. No secret, right? But I’m not in the “bacon-goes-with-everything!” camp. Bacon chocolate? It’s alright, but honestly, I think the chocolate is better without it.
So here’s a dinner-failure lesson. Bacon + raspberries? Doesn’t really work.
I occasionally get comments from people on how my dinners are “always so amazing” or whatever. Yeah…not always. The thing about having a blog is that you can post your successes and gloss over your failures.
But tonight, I’ll say: big ass salad with greens, raspberries, parmesan and bacon = FAIL. Bacon and raspberries just do not go together at all. And the parm added nothing. Huge MEH.
In my defense, this was a clean-out-the-fridge salad. We are headed out of town this weekend and the unused bacon and flat of raspberries needed to be consumed. They may have been better consumed separately…
Oh well – live and learn, right?
Today’s DRINK: Erryone in blogland is talkin’ bout red Starbucks cups and gingerbread lattes. Me? I’m talkin ’bout gingerbread beer.
This Bison Gingerbread Ale, picked up a la carte from Whole Foods, claims to be flavored with ginger, nutmeg and cinnamon. But the first flavor that hit me when I sipped it was molasses! And that’s not a bad thing. This beer is more similar to a porter than a gimmicky gingerbread beer. But the slight splash of holiday flavors makes it just festive enough. WIN.
Today’s RUN: I ended up taking the day off. I was planning to XT, but my right achilles was a little cranky this morning, so I decided to just rest. I haven’t had a full rest day in a while anyway, so it was good timing.
We are headed to Florida for a wedding tomorrow: looking forward to logging some miles along South Beach! Any route recommendations in the downtown Miami are welcome!
Today’s QUESTION: If you’re a food/recipe blogger, do you share your failures? Why or why not? Although no one wants to admit to a flop, I think it’s fun and instructive to share the ideas that don’t work out once in a while!