It Must Be Awful...

Tonights dinner was lacking a little something...that is yumminess.

Cherie thought the chicken she put in the oven for me was stuffed with ham and cheese...except really it was stuffed with broccoli and cheese. Eww. I don't particularly hate broccoli on a good day but this stuff looked like mush. I ate the chicken after scraping the vegetable (I use that term lightly) disgustingness off the chicken and gave what was left to the dog who lapped it up quickly.

Cherie's dinner is another story. She had a chicken pot pie, or rather she had a half a chicken pot pie. The rest was mashed up and put down for Mr. Columbo (it must be his lucky day), except that he too turned his nose up at the pot pie. He took one sniff and turned the other way. The moral of this story is...it must be awful if even the dog won't eat it.