Sigyn is feeling better today, thanks in no small part to the human female’s mother’s cooking.
Every morning has started with a good breakfast. This is what she fed us our first morning.
Blueberry pancakes with REAL maple syrple and peppered bacon.
Last night, she cheered Sigyn up with fried rice, egg rolls, and spring rolls.
Sigyn really appreciated the sauce for the egg rolls, which was her favorite color.
No one made me a sauce in my favorite color. But then, I didn’t break my arm, and at least the soy sauce bottle has a green label.
It really is all about the food here. At breakfast, we are asked about what we want for lunch. At dinner, we’re reminded that there are cookies and ice cream and about four dozen options for breakfast. The human male and female have even pitched in with a will. They made tzatziki to go with the Greek meatballs for lunch, and they are planning fish tacos for one of the nights we are here.
And when we aren’t making food or eating food or talking about it, we are shopping for it. There are one or two things the human female’s mother needs, and Sigyn and I have tagged along to see what a different market looks like.
I am pretty sure the market back home doesn’t stock… this.
And I find that I am absolutely okay with that.
Oh, now this is neat! The human female’s mother has taken us to her local Asian market, since she needs to purchase some more of her favorite Korean coffee. Such places are always entertaining to look in, and this emporium is exceptionally well-stocked, well-organized, and very bright and clean.
Sigyn has found something she wants to try.
Evidently the pale pink sort we have at home is not brightly colored enough.
She also thinks that these look “fun”:
Dearest, did you read the fine print on the package? They’re not actually that color, and I doubt they have smiley faces.
The human male has acquired some ramen,, along with some dumplings to prepare for the human female’s mother to try later in our visit. The human female has seized upon a package of these. Are they cookies? Are they crackers? I don’t know— and neither does she, though I think she has hopes that they will taste like the sesame cookies the human male’s former student worker’s mother made for her once.
Uh oh. I can feel it coming on. I have been very, very good all day and the urge to do some mischief is just bubbling up inside me. I’m not sure I can control myself. . .
Augh! It’s like they knew I was coming!