Last night I made some sauteed chicken with garlic and lime. Yum yum! At the same time, I took out a can of gushifud for our Maximum Leader for her dinner. She only gets a third of a can at a time and we always refrigerate the leftovers. Since I don't like to give her cold food (after all, she
is our Maximum Leader), I try to find ways to heat them before they are served. Here's what we did last night:
I balanced the can on the handle of the skillet and let the steam rising from the dish warm her food. It worked wonderfully well!
It took a while for me to see what was actually going on there - it looked at first as if the can was being held up on a glass pillar in the middle of the pan. Until I read your description, I thought maybe you'd inverted a wine glass in the middle of the pan and set the can on the base.
ReplyDeleteMan, I thought we spoiled Gypsy.
ReplyDeleteTim, I thought the photo looked weird when I posted it, but now I see - the perspective is wrong. I lined the shot up with the label on the can and it just hapened to be in line with the lid's handle.
ReplyDeleteMN - She's not spoiled, she's well-loved.
:-)
Mostly Nothing: I thought "spoiled" was a better description of the food than of the cat - man, canned cat and dog food smells foul.
ReplyDeleteAlthough, the cats and dogs like it, so what do I know?
Have you ever noticed how similar dog and cat food is to Dinty Moore beef stew?
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately, yes, I have noticed the resemblance (which is why I don't eat Dinty Moore Beef Stew).
ReplyDeleteFor that matter, the description of Potted Meat in the first installment of "Steve, Don't Eat It!" is spot-on. My wife bought a can of it a couple of months ago[1], and it was really and truly indistinguishable from cat food (and that is not in any way intended as a compliment to cat food)
[1] It was part of a larger event, where she spent a year acquiring dubious foodstuffs, and then put them all out for people to try at a picnic we were hosting[2]. Other foods included canned silkworm pupae, canned bread, canned "spotted dick", corn smut, fried insect larvae, canned lamb's tongues, and a host of others. Most were pretty horrible, and the potted meat was right down there with the worst of them.
[2] It was for the annual gathering of our friends who come up to northern Michigan for certain outdoors activities that are best done far from civilization