Inky and Wendigo are a sight for sore eyes. They threatened to come home for a cook-over. Both me and my kitchen were very excited. Among other things we scared some of our neighbours and created quite a racket. Inky made curry and I made sambhar. Wendigo did the dishes. She just doesn’t wash them. For her it’s therapy. Like all therapy, it takes time and she likes to do it alone. We left her to it.
Later, Inky was surrounded by two (amateur) photographers who insisted on making her pose, smile, grin and stick her tongue out. Madam complied every time. We also took some rip-roaringly funny videos that cannot be shared with the world because of our concern for their health and safety. We polished a third of a walnut cake just thirty minutes after insisting that we were full enough for the next few days. Inky and Wendigo have also decided to call me the ‘Expander’ because they allege I expanded their stomachs’ respective capacities – rendering their current diet completely useless.
Saturday evenings must be spent this way. With people with appetites as large as yours, (No guilt, thank you!), making funny faces and cracking up on puns that a limited number have patience for. Thank you both!