El Bonito

Why must all roosters have such decided opinions?  Our kitchen rooster is no exception.  Named El Bonito by some admiring Hispanic friends of mine, he wears his name with (to him) deserved pride.

Our move to drastically reduce our consumption of red meat in favor of white meat was met with his disapproval.

"Why don't you try 'the other white meat'?" he asked.  "How could you be so unfeeling?"

I apologized and continued with our plan.  Fact is, we had chicken 3 times last week, and salad the other two.  Husband is getting sick of of so much chicken and thinks El Bonito has a point.  So we got some of the other white meat (pork tenderloin), fired up the barbecue and El Bonito strutted around the sink in glee.  Well, figuratively.

We've tried to give up our dearly beloved Quarker Oat Squares in the morning.  Too much sugar.  Switched to oatmeal and blueberries.  Again, husband is getting sick of it, and declared he was going to fry up some eggs.  We can't remember the last time we had eggs.  Fried egg on an English muffin!  Yum.  El Bonito was horrified and pouted for two days.

But he is absolutely mortified that since the twins came to Nonni and Opa's Day Care, he is no longer the prettiest thing in the kitchen.  Those cute little dumplings in the high chair rule the roost.



In fact, he's rather speechless about the indignities he must endure in his new role.  Poor Bonito.  Sorry ol' chap.