The Baby here.
Yesterday Mommy got
a bug up her butt the urge to cook! When the cool weather arrives she fires up every available burner and both ovens on at least one of her days off and cooks and bakes and sautes and simmers her fool head off.
So, after she concocted a huge VAT of soup, baked bread, roasted squash and garlic bulbs, and made quiche the house was pretty fragrant. Daddy called Mommy the Stinky French Chef. (I'm fairly sure it was a compliment--ed.)
Needless to say some of the stink settled on my furs.
hmmmmmm...I actually don't taste bad at all; in fact Mommy's cooking tastes pretty darn good!
And I think I just found a chicken soup spot--must investigate...
*licketty lik lik lik*
Oh yeah. Chicken for sure!
XX Bathing Bibby XX