Not everyone is lucky enough to have a big black panther (at least in his mind) in the house to keep it free from a variety of pests. But I do.
Every night, while I sleep, he kills me a pile of stuffed animals. I keep a basket of those mini-plushies, most were gifts, in the guest room. Every morning I wake up to a “fresh kill” of each and every one of them. He must work very hard to get all 12 of them from the guest room to the master bedroom. So he gets lots of praise.
It’s nice to know with Jake around, I’ll never starve.
There will be an actual recipe thread later today. No, really. Actual FOOD and actual COOKING. 😉