The Therapy Sessions
Monday, December 13, 2004
The life of the cook
I just made some great soup.
Great 12-bean soup.
Carmelized onions and celery, deglazed with brandy, sliced tomatoes, homemade chicken broth, a touch of fresh herbs, a little cream, and beans, cooked in my pressure cooker.
The aroma fills the house, and the dog's eyes get wide. I only let the dog have a tiny taste. Just the precious stuff that I couldn't get from the pot into the bowl.
And, after eating it appreciatively, he decides that it is a wonderful time to lick his ass.
You flatter me, Titus.
I can't wait for the beans to take effect.
Beans + onions = killer, eye watering dog farts. The kind that cause you to wake up in the middle of the night.
And because the wife and kids are gone, he will be sleeping under my bed. (He usually saves such things for the boys' room).
It will be a long night (and Titus might just find himself sleeping in the basement).