Monday, August 07, 2006


I spent about two hours yesterday preparing a roasted pork tenderloin with garlic and rosemary potatoes. Then my housemate stopped by with a dog she was watching, who promptly stole it off my plate when I got up to answer the door before I'd really gotten started and ate it. Or roughly half of it. But let's face it; you don't want your food anymore after a dog's put it on the floor and gnawed on it. I love dogs, but I have limits.

My housemate did have the grace to pay me back for it, though, which was good because I was still hungry. I got a quesadilla.

Next time, if someone else is home, I'm going to let them answer the door instead.