January 26, 2010
White Dog was so excited when Chef Richard walked in moments before Steve got home for lunch. You could read the joy in her eyes as she licked her lips and thought, "Score! Richard is going to make us something fabulous for lunch today! We won't have to eat leftovers!" But the higher we fly...the farther we fall, as they say. Richard had just come from lunch with another friend and was here to borrow our computer printer for a while. He was not going to cook! White Dog could not believe it! She put her head in his lap. She looked imploringly at the kitchen. She did her best dead dog impersonation. Then Steve walked in and we popped the leftovers in the microwave to warm up. It was a sad day in Mudville for White Dog; she could barely force down a few bites of chicken and some stir fried beef. It was a small consolation when Richard promised to come over later in the week to cook coq au vin!