I don’t know, but I’m thinking. I just made tomorrow’s dinner tonight for the FDSP. That’s because I need to get home and feed them and scram to a new dog class as soon as I get home. No minutes to waste. What bothers me is I work hard to make dinner for my babies, and when I was looking at the directions on how long to cook the macaroni, I laid the bag on top of the burner I’d just boiled water on for tea. I don’t know why, but I did. Well, the next thing that happened was the plastic bag melted and macaronis fell from the sky. Go figure. Dogs were dive bombing to eat these morsels faster than mosquitoes on a sleeping target. So why do I bother cooking the macaroni? Why not just put them in the bowl with the cheese and forget about boiling the veggies, too. Just chuck them in there as a frozen topping.
Why not? Well, I thought about that and came up with the answer. Because Baby, the Diva, would not go for that, that’s why. And she’s the Queen Mother.
She’s the reason Fort Doberdale exists. So I will continue being the FDSP Chef and cook the food unless the Queen Mother wants a raw chicken or turkey wing for a snack.