I am only one person here in my little apartment. But I have trouble cooking for one. Comes from years of cooking for a family. Take yesterday, for example. I tossed pint jars of mixed veggies, tomatoes and beef cubes into my crock pot. Added some dehydrated onions and seasonings. Let it simmer all afternoon and then thickened it to form a gravy and spooned it over baking powder biscuits for my supper. For lunch today I heated up leftovers. And darned if there still was enough left for another meal. But the third time around isn't nearly as appetizing and rounds one and two. I suppose I could have frozen the rest of the stew, but I tend to forget about it once it is in the freezer.
My Yorkies had been hovering around my feet while I was heating up my lunch. And they continued to stare longingly at me while I ate. I usually feed them dry kibble or once in a while my homemade dog food. But with the grocery prices headed upwards at an alarming rate, I really don't want to pay for the meat I need to include in the homemade recipe. I was remembering that all of the farm dogs I had over the years were more than happy to eat kitchen scraps and leftovers in addition to their dry food. Even though my Yorkies are the size of large rats, they are technically still dogs. I think.
So I divided the last of the stew into bowls, crumbled up the last two biscuits over the stew and set the bowls on the floor. I don't think either of them even tasted the food, for they pretty much inhaled it. Good to the last drop.
And then they both waddled off to their respective kennels, where they are still napping. I didn't know Yorkies could waddle. They can.
I have either created monsters who will want all of my leftovers, or I have killed them off. If I have killed them off, at least they will die happy. If they live and want leftovers, great. Dog food ain't cheap these days, either.
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