This morning Mom took all kinds of stupid greenish stuff out of the cold box and cut it up. She cut up potatoes, carrots, parsnips, squash, onions, mush-rooms, something called a leek, celery and parsnips, and garlic. Then she put it in a big pan and shoved that in the hot-as-hell box.
They stayed in there for a long time, and then Mom took them out and put them in a giant pot she got as a present for Christymas, put water and soy sauce, peppercorns, bay leaves and yukky parsley in with it. Do you know what will happen next? The stuff will boil and smell up the whole house. And after that? Mom is going to throw the cut up vegies AWAY and keep the WATER they cooked in.
Mom's pretty pleased with herself about it. Dunno why. Sounds kinda silly to me.
And while that boiling was happening, Mom mixed a bunch of other junk in a big bowl. Oats, nuts, pumpkin seeds, coconut and cinnnnna-nninnina-mon and nutmeg. Then she added maple syrup and coconut oil, and now that stuff is in the hot-as-hell box.
Mom will add some stupid dried cranberries to it and then it will be "granola."
Granola, smanola, I'd rather have stinky goodness and 'Nip any day of the week.
After this Mom will clean the gigantic pile of dishes she made, have herself some breakfast and pronounce the morning "Good." Heck, the morning was "Good" before she made all that mess, but hey, she's my Mom and I love her.
Have I told you lately how glad I am to be a cat?