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Things Seen in My Kitchen #1

David

Aggie, rubbing the base of the tail near the back of Connie, our large orange cat, with her big toe:

“I’m gonna scratch your scruffy ass!”

*scritch* *scritch*

December 12th, 2008 | Category: Entertainment, Food Glorious Food

4 comments to Things Seen in My Kitchen #1

  • Joshua
    December 13, 2008 at 1:59 pm

    Things that have just been yelled to me from my kitchen:

    “I hope you have not been using these dried blueberries in the pepper-mill!”

  • David
    December 13, 2008 at 2:35 pm

    Have you?

    Have you been using these dried blueberries in the pepper mill?

  • Joshua
    December 13, 2008 at 2:50 pm

    No. I have not.

  • David
    December 13, 2008 at 7:13 pm

    *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp*

    This pepper tastes like dried blueberries.

    *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp* *tp*

    Yup. Definitely dried blueberries in the pepper.