The Day of the Squash

11 Feb


First Meal 1My chauffeur (a.k.a. Dad) totally misunderstood my request to flee last night.* Thus, I was still here today to take part in The Chef's "food" scheme.

Since escape was an impossibility, I steeled myself for the experience, and decided to get it over with as quickly as possible. Towards that end, I woke The Chef at 6 AM.

As The Chef promised, the entire experience was somewhat better than I thought it would be. Let me tell you what I liked about it:

  • I was invited to chomp down on a plastic spoon. I really quite enjoy gnawing on colorful plastic. It is pretty much what I do during that time of day anyhow, so none of my plans were really disrupted.
  • Several members of my retinue watched me eat, with laser-like attention given to each bite, rather like a bunch of sycophantic half-wits. I do enjoy this level of attention.
  • I was still given some of my favorite custom-made food (let's call it MF, for mamafood from now on) afterwards.

All-in-all, not a bad experience, although it was puzzling to have my Chauffeur feeding me.

Now that I have gotten this experience out of the way, hopefully things can get back to normal around here.




*Instead I was given a shoulder-ride, which did momentarily divert me from my worries about the size of the squash.