Poor Pony. What a life he must have had that led to this scenario. I dished up his food onto a plastic tray the likes of which were once used in school cafeterias back when the cooks actually COOKED the food, and did not slop warmed-up processed items on Styrofoam trays. Let the record show that even though Mrs. Hillbilly Mom has had access to school lunch trays for most of her working life...no school lunch trays were obtained by illicit means. These Hillbilly family trays were bought with the sweat of Mrs. Hillbilly Mom's brow, when The Pony was just a gleam in her myopic eye. No fine china for this bunch.
The Pony picked up his tray. "I'm going to take a picture of this!" Such excitement from one so even-keeled.
Indeed. Not only is The Pony a Butterton, but he loooooves him some stuffing. Of course it is Stove Top. That's what The Pony prefers. In addition, he had a slab of chicken breast roasted with lemon pepper,