Tug-o-War

To be honest I thought it would be nice to free up my Saturday mornings. Less running around from farmers market to farm share, more coffee drinking and NY Times reading. When I got to the farmers market though I realized I was wrong. Now I had to actually buy vegetables. Instead of the farm share directing our meals now it would be up to us. So I did what I know how to do. I bought milk, bread, apples and onions because really that’s all a person needs. When we were getting ready to leave the market James asked me, did you buy any vegetables? I replied "Onions" and off he went back into the pit. I was left to play tug of war with Pig. He pulls like a wild boar to suck everything on the ground into his mouth. I lost. He is actually an anteater.



"The giant Anteater lives above ground, not burrowing underground like armadillos or aardvarks. The anteater finds a place to sleep, curls up, and covers itself with their bushy tail. Since the anteater is a very solitary animal, it can be easily woken. When attacked it can defend itself with its saber-like anterior claws."

" It draws them into its mouth by means of its long, flexible, rapidly moving tongue covered with sticky saliva. Their tongue can be flicked up to 150-160 or more a minute. A full-grown giant Anteater eats upwards of 30,000 ants and termites a day."



Pig actually snorts really loud while he is doing all of this inhaling. So he is Pig-Anteater Dog. A designer dog if you will. I swear they are all the rave in Japan.

If you read the last post then your well aware of what James will eat. He doesn't discriminate; crustacean or mollusk, dead or alive, James will eat it. So it was with great frustration yesterday at the market when I suggested fish for Sunday night dinner that his face turned red, his smile faded and he said in his fiercest voice "I don't like fish."
Seriously?
Apparently James doesn't like fish. His boyish charm and good looks disappear when I hear those words come out of his mouth. In fact I believe I saw horns sprout from his forehead and smoke come out of his ears. I will spare you the details of what happened after that, but it was ridiculous, and unpleasant. I bought two swordfish steaks, one for brother and one for me. James can suck rotten food off the ground of the farmers market with his designer dog for dinner. I am going to cook me some big, fat, fresh swordfish.

*Disclaimer I don't really want him eat rotten food from the ground. Kind of.