Thursday, July 30, 2009

Wednesday's Dinner

You're probably wondering why I am documenting weekly dinners with my friend Nancy's husband Ron, and her dog Jane. Here's why: a) as previously mentioned, I'm not right in the head, and b) more importantly, Nancy is MEAN (grin) and if she comes home to a dead husband and a dead dog because they were too depressed to eat, I'm in big trouble! :-)

I made Hamburger Helper, the Cheeseburger Macaroni one:

And I steamed some green beans. Yummy! I also made Jane's dinner. Yes, it has no cheese, but unlike certain people in Nancy's household, I don't mollycoddle Jane.
She ate it up! In fact she inhaled her food so fast, I'm thinking of changing her name to Hoover.

Man, Old Geezer, you can cook!

This is fabulous! I don't need any cheese!

Boy can you cook!

I just can't get enough of your cooking, Old Geezer!

Neither could Ron, apparently:

Ron enjoyed dinner too.

He was thisclose to licking his plate clean, but his manners got the best of him.

Come home soon, Nancy! We miss you!


Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Tuesday Takeout

Okay it's Tuesday. The sky is BLACK. The bottom is about to fall out of the sky. I hurried to Nancy's house to let Jane in because Ron gets home later than I do, and more importantly, Jane is TERRIFIED of bad weather. I got there just in time to let her in the house, and literally as soon as I shut the door, it starting raining cats and dogs (sorry, pun intended). So, as we waited for Ron to get home, I turned on the TV to distract Jane from the bad weather. I saw a commercial, which led directly to dinner... Ron made Jane's dinner tonight, and I guess she was hungry, because she was all over it!

Jane sucked it down in record time!

I'm going to change her name to Oreck.

After we fed Jane, Ron and I sat down to eat. Ron enjoyed his pizza.

He has been a good boy all week about eating. Nancy will be proud of me!

So after we ate, Ron gave his pizza crusts to Jane. I swear that dog is Italian (like Ron). She LOVES bread, cheese, etc. He showed her that he was putting it in her bowl:Then he put it in her bowl:

And she went to sit down. Ron made like he was putting it in her bowl again. She didn't budge.

As soon as he got up to go over to the stove again, she leapt up and grabbed the crust out of her bowl. She had that crust in her mouth and was back at her bed before you could say Lightning McQueen. Hey that might be another new nickname for Jane.


Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?

Okay so normally I post about my dreams, but it's a special week so I'm posting about real life for once. My friend Nancy is out of town for the week, and whenever she's gone, her dog Jane and her husband Ron mope around like she's never coming home. It's really cute:

Anyway, while Ron and Jane mope, they both refuse to eat, so before she left, Nancy and I talked about how they both wouldn't eat while she was gone so I promised her I'd come over and make dinner for Ron. I did this last night. I made redneck stroganoff (made with ketchup instead of wine) and peas, with brownies for dessert. It was delicious. :-)

While I cooked for Ron, he made Jane's supper:

Ron usually puts cheese in her dinner to bribe Jane to eat while Nancy's gone:

Then he shows it to her so she can see the cheese:

And then he tells here to "EAT!":

So sometimes if she's been on a hunger strike long enough, she'll eat. Other times, Jane sniffs it like she's a bomb-sniffer and it's full of C4:

Then she'll decide she doesn't want to eat because Nancy's gone, and she's never coming back:
But eventually hunger got the best of her last night and she sniffed the bowl again:
and promptly decided to chow down:
leading to this result:

Pretty good. One down, one to go. Hey Ron, dinner's ready!

Here's Ron circling his food:

It didn't take him as long to decide to eat as it did Jane:

which led to this result (Hey, dinner was good!):

Two down! Woo hoo!! Nancy will be very happy with me. The final result of dinner was this:

I tried to get a picture of Ron doing the same thing, and oddly enough, he wouldn't cooperate (sigh). Hey, I told you I was not right in the head.
Come home soon, Nancy! We miss you!


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