Of the myriad ways that permakitten Gracie cracks me up, the fact that she and I like all the same food–chicken soup, roasted turkey, steak, lamb, kale, brown rice, sweet potatoes, mackerel–amuses me most. Sure, I’m not into sardines and she’s not into chocolate but I always can rely on her to finish a plate once I set it on the floor. (And, yes, go along with my pretense that she doesn’t just eat off my plate while I’m looking the other way.) It’s not surprising, really; I achieve culinary codependence with all the people I love most.
Of the myriad ways that permakitten Gracie cracks me up, the fact that she and I like all the same food–chicken soup, roasted turkey, steak, lamb, kale, brown rice, sweet potatoes, mackerel–amuses me most. Sure, I’m not into sardines and she’s not into chocolate but I always can rely on her to finish a plate once I set it on the floor. (And, yes, go along with my pretense that she doesn’t just eat off my plate while I’m looking the other way.) It’s not surprising, really; I achieve culinary codependence with all the people I love most.