Tuna fudge
Mar. 10th, 2009 08:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyToday I took what could be the first steps down a slippery slope when I served Miss Pink some homemade cat food. The vet said that Madam needs to eat more cottage cheese, which is unfortunate because she doesn't like it much, so I've been looking for ways to make it more palatable. Today I made the recipe provided by the vet for a Vitamin-Rich Feline Meal, which involves mixing two-thirds of a cup of cottage cheese, quarter of a cup of biscuits, four boiled and chopped chicken livers, two tablespoons of corn oil and a pinch of iodised salt (I didn't put this in). Do feel free to whip it up yourself if you're feeling peckish. She ate it, but then she usually eats things the first time she gets them. The real test will be if she eats another serve tomorrow.
Now I have a bag of chicken livers in my freezer, so once she's finished the Vitamin-Rich Feline Meal, I might try the Sardine Pâté (blend two tins of sardines in oil, two-thirds of a cup of cooked rice, two boiled and chopped chicken livers and a quarter of a cup of parsley in a food processor until mixed). As I said, it's a slippery slope. If I ever mention baking some Tuna Fudge, please put me out of my misery.
Buying the chicken livers took me to the chicken shop in my local shopping centre (a place that sells fish is a fishmonger, a place that sells meat is a butcher, but what is a chicken meat shop called?), which was a sad experience. A good third of the little shops there have closed: the butcher, the baker,the candlestick maker the hairdresser, the sports memorabilia shop, the remaindered book shop, the cheap jewellery shop and another shop that I never even noticed until it wasn't there anymore. I'm not sure if they're closing because of the economic climate or because it's cheaper to move to the big boxes on the edge of town. Probably a bit of both.
I also had to go to the bank, where the man in the queue ahead of me was trying to return a bank statement that had been sent to the previous occupant of his house. The girls at the desk told him that it was bank policy that it was his responsibility to phone the head office and let them know that the account holder no longer lived there. The man wasn't having that (and rightly so) and left the letter on the desk for them to sort out. After he was gone, one of the girls said, 'He was nice, wasn't he? If I get letters for the people who used to live in my house, I just toss them in the bin.' Ah, bank employees: as unhelpful in their personal lives as they are in their professional ones.
Now I have a bag of chicken livers in my freezer, so once she's finished the Vitamin-Rich Feline Meal, I might try the Sardine Pâté (blend two tins of sardines in oil, two-thirds of a cup of cooked rice, two boiled and chopped chicken livers and a quarter of a cup of parsley in a food processor until mixed). As I said, it's a slippery slope. If I ever mention baking some Tuna Fudge, please put me out of my misery.
Buying the chicken livers took me to the chicken shop in my local shopping centre (a place that sells fish is a fishmonger, a place that sells meat is a butcher, but what is a chicken meat shop called?), which was a sad experience. A good third of the little shops there have closed: the butcher, the baker,
I also had to go to the bank, where the man in the queue ahead of me was trying to return a bank statement that had been sent to the previous occupant of his house. The girls at the desk told him that it was bank policy that it was his responsibility to phone the head office and let them know that the account holder no longer lived there. The man wasn't having that (and rightly so) and left the letter on the desk for them to sort out. After he was gone, one of the girls said, 'He was nice, wasn't he? If I get letters for the people who used to live in my house, I just toss them in the bin.' Ah, bank employees: as unhelpful in their personal lives as they are in their professional ones.