Apparently my cat Ben can read. The last discourse concerned poor Ben's inability to meow, and the impulse towards cat-mime that the malady generated.
Cats are smart.
They don't bring slippers, they don't sing, they don't provide food, they don't do much that they don't want to do. There was yet another round of culinary mis-adventure at 1819 Bent Street this week as I continue to learn my way around the kitchen, but I'm beginning to catch on. A major learning point this week is that convenience foods are called that because that's exactly what they are. They don't claim to be fast and easy. This was my excuse for using pre-made pizza crust when trying to make a double crust pie this week.