Fed on 10/11. Since yesterday’s Did She Eat Rotten Shit or What incident, I’m still taking precautions and going easy on the belly. I sent down a pretty hardcore team to get rid of bad anything, and all seems totally fine. Breakfast is fresh Bogart yogurt, Piz’s sauerkraut, for-times-like-these broth, and a mini kiwi. . . .
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eggs and greens Well, you know what I said about these raingarden-scaping eggs: easy, fast, nutritious—perfect for those without a plan, like me. They’re also versatile, lasts a long time (especially if boil it or something), not messy (unless I use my left hand), makes Piz fart, and the terrified, miserable and bad eggs from awful factory farms are currently in midst of a major, superduper, “even your lobbyists can’t make this go away” recall. raingarden-scaping eggs Anyway, these guys came from . . .
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holy dog food Some days, we all eat the same thing. The humans will make one big meal for all the two- and four-leggers. That means we have to make some adjustments on when and how to season the food (i.e., after MP’s has been dished out), and basically, no onions. Due to my neurosis and general lack of trust in myself to not accidentally leave out things like chocolate covered onion rings sprinkled with raisins and a glass of antifreeze for refreshments, I just don’t . . .
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