A couple times a week, The Pony eschews my FREE freezer-food concoctions, and cooks for himself. It's almost always pasta, though he HAS made a foray into FRIG II's freezer for chicken strips and fish portions that do not lend themselves to a meal for three.
The Pony prefers to eat his daily meal around midday. Usually when I'm gone to town, or he starts preparing it as soon as I descend to my lair. Wednesday, I could tell when I left the garage that The Pony's meal was done.
"I bet you could smell the garlic all the way down at the mailboxes!"
"You know I like garlic. You should be glad I'm doing my part to keep the neighborhood vampire-free!"
Just one more service The Pony offers. Vampire-Be-Gone.
"You actually smell the garlic bread I made to go with my pasta. If I get sick later, it's because the bread might have been moldy. I used the Steak Rolls--"
"Are THEY still in there? I bet it's been a month since I bought them!"
"They were only expired a few days. They looked all right to me. But when I was wrapping up the bag to put it away, I saw mold on one! The one right next to one I ate."
There it is. Top left. I can barely see it, but upon closer inspection in real life, that's MOLD, baby! Pity The Pony didn't use his flaring nostrils to take a whiff of the rolls first. Surely he's inherited Farmer H's gene for sniffing out mold.
Maybe the feedbag being strapped on too tight has caused him to lose such a talent.
4 comments:
With all that garlic, a little mould won't hurt The Pony. You know garlic is Nature's antibiotic, don't you?
River,
I did NOT know that! No wonder The Pony is healthy as a HORSE! I'll file that knowledge in my mental library, next to England Is An Island.
You know garlic (when it's packed into a pony's feedbag) is society's natural repellant to fillies, don't you?
Sioux,
Heh, heh! That gave me a snort! I DID know that. At least he won't be having a dalliance with a vampire.
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