Yes, Cosmo, that's why you've been feeling those aches and pains.
There was one vegetarian. Imagine that? A vegetarian dog?
Boys will be boys. After we'd overcome our shock, we pulled the pins out of our cat dolls and stuck them in him.
Obviously the Boofhead* was Home Economist-less. Barbara was on the phone to a lawyer seeking advice re wrongful dismissal.
What to feed a vegetarian? The Boofhead* rooted around in the frigo and the cupboards in search of something to satisfy the lunatic.
This is what the Boofhead* came up with:
A cauliflower that the Boofhead* cut up into florets, getting rid of a lot of the tough stems; a roughly-chopped tomato; some roughly-chopped Italian parsley; a couple of peeled cloves of garlic; a couple of dried chillies; a glass of white wine and some Extra Virgin olive oil.And this is what the Boofhead* did with it all. Tossed the oil, the garlic and the crumbled chillies into a padella over medium heat and let them share their flavours for a couple of minutes:
Then the Boofhead* tossed in the cauliflower, stirred the lot around for about five minutes, partly cooking the cauliflower and letting it take up all the lovely flavours. Till it looked sort of like this:
Then the Boofhead* poured in the white wine, put a lid on the padella, and let everything cook for about another ten minutes. Then the Boofhead* added the roughly-chopped tomato -
- and a good lashing of salt and pepper, gave everything a very good stir, before putting the lid on again and letting it cook for another seven or eight minutes.At which point the Boofhead* checked the seasoning, stirred in the Italian parsley, and put this in front of the vegetarian:
He was chuffed.Less so when we put one of Barbara's frocks on him, tarred and feathered him, and tossed him out into the street.
Boys will be boys.
*I've noticed more and more pompous, self-important types referring to themselves in the third person. I've joined the club.
