I eat, I do. In fact, here are a few things I recently prepared at home. And actually ate. Because again, I do eat. I don’t have a picture of tonight’s meal, but we had salmon cakes (yes, again!), fried oysters (just daddy and me), greens, and baked potatoes (the boy had blow).
Chicken strips, red and green peppers, mushrooms, and jalapenos.
Ravioli with a side salad (tomato, cheese, cranberry, onion, and ranch dressing).
Salmon cake, potatoes and apples, and mixed vegetables.
I didn’t buy this, but, I should have.
We thought the huge turkey vultures were a sight. Then there was the sunbathing groundhog we called Chunky Beef. He visited our yard every day during the summer at the same time of afternoon. Then a few foxes, always the deer. Let’s not even discuss the tomato-tasting squirrels (really, squirrels? You have to taste each tomato? Newsflash: they’re all the same!) But now? Now we have a rooster. In Southeast (at which I may or may not have yelled cock-a-doodle-do and/or used my Foghorn Leghorn voice repeatedly one Sunday afternoon).