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DeltaAir423
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Well living the bachelor lifestyle is great some times.
Last weekend, I went shopping at Wal-Mart, and I picked up some Zatarans Jambalaya mix. Who doesn't love some Cajun food? When I purchased the jambalaya mix, I read the directions to see what I needed. For meat my options were hamburger, chicken, sausage, ham, or shrimp. Let's just say that I picked sausage, and I must mention that I like hot food, so a pound of some Tennessee Pride hot sausage made it into the buggy.
Thursday evening I got home from work, and I was hungry! Didn't matter that I had a full breakfast, and lunch consisted of a salad, two apples, and a big bag of baby carrots. I pulled out the jambalaya mix and sausage, and proceeded to start cooking. Everything is turning out beautifully. After the food is prepared, I'm getting ready to eat. Mind you I just got off of work and 2+2 is not equaling 4 at this point, more like -3. Did I mention that I like hot food? I pulled my big bottle of hot sauce to add to my dinner, and plaster it on like it's going out of style. Finally I'm ready to eat!
Sit down on the couch, remove Zaphod (kitten) from armrest of couch trying to help himself to my dinner, repeat x3 three, finally get tired of this, grab Zaphod by the scruff, put him out of the den, and shut the door. I sit back down, grab my first heaping spoonful of some Cajun delight, and put it in my mouth.
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE!!!!!!!!
I put the food down on my little TV tray, and run out of the den, up into the kitchen, and perform a little bit of self waterboarding to kill the fire. After I advert disaster, I proceed to pour myself some protection that was brewed at St. James Gate Brewery in Dublin, Ireland, and I headed back to the den. My surprise when I arrive back at the couch, Annie (my elder cat) is looking at the doorway to the den with a look that can only be described as "what an idiot". Zaphod is nowhere to be seen, but some rice is out of the bowl, and a small piece of sausage is laying on the floor. Apparently when I went to self medicate, Zaphod decided to help himself, and learned the hard way. When he came back down, I offered him a piece of sausage, and he wouldn't go near it.
I think I may have taught my cat to not mess with my food! :laugh:
By the way the second bowl minus the hot sauce was just right!
Last weekend, I went shopping at Wal-Mart, and I picked up some Zatarans Jambalaya mix. Who doesn't love some Cajun food? When I purchased the jambalaya mix, I read the directions to see what I needed. For meat my options were hamburger, chicken, sausage, ham, or shrimp. Let's just say that I picked sausage, and I must mention that I like hot food, so a pound of some Tennessee Pride hot sausage made it into the buggy.
Thursday evening I got home from work, and I was hungry! Didn't matter that I had a full breakfast, and lunch consisted of a salad, two apples, and a big bag of baby carrots. I pulled out the jambalaya mix and sausage, and proceeded to start cooking. Everything is turning out beautifully. After the food is prepared, I'm getting ready to eat. Mind you I just got off of work and 2+2 is not equaling 4 at this point, more like -3. Did I mention that I like hot food? I pulled my big bottle of hot sauce to add to my dinner, and plaster it on like it's going out of style. Finally I'm ready to eat!
Sit down on the couch, remove Zaphod (kitten) from armrest of couch trying to help himself to my dinner, repeat x3 three, finally get tired of this, grab Zaphod by the scruff, put him out of the den, and shut the door. I sit back down, grab my first heaping spoonful of some Cajun delight, and put it in my mouth.
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE!!!!!!!!
I put the food down on my little TV tray, and run out of the den, up into the kitchen, and perform a little bit of self waterboarding to kill the fire. After I advert disaster, I proceed to pour myself some protection that was brewed at St. James Gate Brewery in Dublin, Ireland, and I headed back to the den. My surprise when I arrive back at the couch, Annie (my elder cat) is looking at the doorway to the den with a look that can only be described as "what an idiot". Zaphod is nowhere to be seen, but some rice is out of the bowl, and a small piece of sausage is laying on the floor. Apparently when I went to self medicate, Zaphod decided to help himself, and learned the hard way. When he came back down, I offered him a piece of sausage, and he wouldn't go near it.
I think I may have taught my cat to not mess with my food! :laugh:
By the way the second bowl minus the hot sauce was just right!
