September 19, 2008

Maggie & The Bean

Haven't finished processing all of today's news that's fit to print, but other things are drawing my attention on a gorgeous Friday morning.

I just sat here eating last night's mashed potatoes with a whole pile of green beans. I love beans, and the boys are not so aggressive in their love. So, there are usually a pile left over, because I am programmed to buy three huge handfuls at a time, and eat the leftovers for breakfast.

Anyway. Maggie is sitting here at my feet (she's the cat; it's not that odd), and I wonder what she's begging for. We had the original beans and potatoes with this yummy butter chicken that the President and I made last night (that's PC brand for newcomers). I got one recipe on the phone from Arlene, and found I didn't have some of the spices. Then I got another recipe on the phone from Roz, and didn't have enough of the cheese to grate that I needed. So I slopped a jar of this stuff on the chicken, and it was perfect.

But, I made over a kilogram of cut up chicken, and Christopher ate it all. There was nothing left. Except the aforementioned potatoes and beans. So, I wondered what Maggie thought she was waiting for.

Oh, an aside on that kilogram thing. The Toronto Star has a policy that everything pertaining to weight, measure and distance are to be in metric. Which is both correct and cool; if I mess up, an editor does the math and keeps me righteous. But I made the mistake a few weeks back of saying I was chasing a 4 ounce mouse. And I got a letter from some guy scolding me, saying he *wished* I would use the correct weight in grams so he would understand what I was talking about.

One day I'm just going to publish all my letters.

Anyway a couple of pounds of chicken (oops) gone like that ~snaps fingers~

But Maggie is still staring at me with big eyes-pouty lip (that's what the Poor Sod calls the women in this house when they want something - me and the cats, that is), so I tossed her a bean. She caught it mid-air, and ate it. So I gave her another. And another. Damn cat loves green beans. She's my secret daughter.

I know there are far more important issues going on the world. But for this moment, my world consists of a tiny calico and her bean, and sometimes that's just the right amount of stuff to be thinking about.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Lorraine: Nothing wrong with a cat being a good friend. It would be nice to find friends, or relatives, for that matter, that were as honest about things. With animals you know from the get go if they like or dislike you. Not like humans, hiding behind some phony smile while knifing you in the back. Now for the green beans. You'll have to iron out between Maggie and yourself. Good luck!!! Talented cat. Knows what is good for her...She is not into selling chocolate bars is she, behind your back? Damn! Another rule broken. Don't tell Donna.


September 19, 2008 10:10 AM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

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September 19, 2008 10:48 AM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

Nothing wrong with cold mashed potatoes for breakfast with a slathering of Heinz Salad Cream on top for good measure... my wife would cringe if she knew I was "telling" people this! As for cats and veggies, we have five of the big darlings (they are Maine Coons, after all), so nothing small or dainty about them; four men things and a female -- the boss, Xena. Three of the five cats love green beans, in fact most veggies -- The Dude, Rocky and Xena. As kittens, they got into the habit of stealing cut up veggies for our dogs and now, like the good Pavlovian animals that they are, will come running from all directions if they hear a knife on a cutting board!
And congratulations on not completely abandoning home cooked meals, too!

September 19, 2008 10:50 AM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

And to avoid conspiracy theories and the like, I deleted my realier comment since there were more than my usual smattering of typos!

It had nothing to do with Lorraine!

September 19, 2008 10:52 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Lorraine the President's korma sauce is awesome too!!

September 19, 2008 10:58 AM  
Blogger FibCarver said...

I had a cat once who loved hot peppers.

September 19, 2008 6:25 PM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

Our first cat, Nooly, ate hot peppers.

Black and grey and white tabby - related?

September 19, 2008 9:06 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Cats! You gotta love them. Great addition to any family.


September 20, 2008 5:45 AM  
Blogger Nursedude said...

If you like to cook Indian foods like chicken korma but don't usually have the spices there's a Canadian company called Gourmantra ( that supplies everything in a box except the chicken. Last I checked the kits were about $4 or so. Delicious.

September 20, 2008 8:24 AM  
Blogger Nursedude said...

Once had a cat that liked pizza sauce, coffee and peanut butter. She lived to be 19. One of our current cats likes chips and the occasional cheezie. Lucky thing, gets to eat better junk food than I can.

September 20, 2008 8:27 AM  
Blogger DJW said...

Our kitty eats the dog kibble.
So do the Mice.
Everyone but the dog.


September 20, 2008 7:20 PM  

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