November 17, 2008 ~ I Lost My Blueberries
Yesterday I bought the most beautiful bunch of blueberries. I had such big plans and high hopes. Blueberry pancakes and muffins were on the menu for the week. I told John of my plans, and he was looking forward to it too. See, I’m a big believer in the joy of anticipation even for the small pleasures in life.
Then it happened.
I knocked the blueberries off the refrigerator shelf, and those little blue beauties rolled all over the kitchen floor and the more they rolled, the more Charlie chased them, scarfing them up on the run. You need to understand something about Charlie – if it’s food that comes from our plate, stove or refrigerator, he wants it. Regardless of what it is. Apples. Cabbage. Carrots. Bananas. Fried Pickles. Well, you get the idea. It’s obvious that Charlie thinks that if it’s “people food,” it’s bound to be delicious (although the jury’s still out on whether fried pickles actually qualifies as people-food, but Charlie thinks so.) And if it rolls around on the floor, all the better ’cause you can chase it first!
So, no blueberry pancakes for us. No muffins either.
But Charlie’s pretty happy, and his blue tongue is still licking the last remnants from his beard.
