They tasted like they were full of microwaves. Or something. The problem with said enchiladas was they were vegetarian, which is to say doomed from the start. No foodstuff should be vegetarian, including vegetables. (The ideal vegetable would be made of meat.) We wouldn't have eaten them but there was nothing else around, which we suspect will remain par for the course as long as Mrs. UF remains in Germany. We give it til tomorrow before we start eating the dogs' chicken jerky, that is if we can wrest it from their tiny chihuahua mouths.
Here's what we have in the house at present, foodwise:
Two jumbo packs of Twizzlers (a staple food)
A Baby Ruth (another staple)
1/2 can of peanuts
1/5 bag of barbecue potato chips
A few granola bars (we plan to foist them off on the dogs)
A slice of pizza (we're saving it for a total food emergency, which will probably occur about an hour from now)
Six cigarettes (rich in vitamin cancer!)
Some uncooked spaghetti (fun to play with, but that's about it)
Mustard (does spaghetti and mustard make sense?)
Vitamin cancer is great! Hey, missing you.
Posted by: karoline | July 05, 2009 at 09:20 PM
When the cat's away, it's time to eat the dog's chow. Hey Mike, few but great postings. I especially laughed about your cleaning lady, but that may have something to do with yet another nightless sleep [sic.]. I woke up with a mosquito bite on my forhead the size of Mount Bromo and spend the rest of the night wondering where it could have gone with my blood, lurking in the dark. 'Spaghetti & mustard' is a classic English dish I believe.
Posted by: Martijn | July 06, 2009 at 03:05 AM
WHat a horror! I've never been bitten on the forehead by anything, and the thought of it makes me cringe in empathy for you. Nightless sleep indeed!
Sorry I couldn't get to York. Mixup with credit card! Hey Karoline!
Posted by: UF Mike | July 06, 2009 at 08:05 AM