Author has a Migraine

Uh-oh!  I have been struggling with a host of other health problems, which I try not to mention on this site, as this is my fun place to get away!  But I have been under the onslaught of day after day of migraine headaches... and so, am still not posting here as often as I would like.

As long as I have got the window open here, I will share with you Pigmet's Eggplant Adventure:

Eggplant Incidental

Pigmet is standing over the large dutch oven in which we cooked the
vegetables and made ratatouille yesterday.  He is eatin out of the pot, with
the wooden spoon.  Mair is puttin ice in a glass and makin herself some iced
coffee.  She eyes 'Met suscpiciously, watchin him eat out of the pot.

"Don't eat straight from the pot, 'Met" she says.  Pigmet gets a rather
frozen, guilty look upon his face.  "But I could not find a bowl," he says.
"*Sum* body has not been doin dishes in this house."

"Yes, but "sum" buddy's been cooking ratatoiulle, and "sum" buddy else has
been seeing just fine to eat it, havent' they?" Mair replies.  Life is not
always a bed of roses, even with my fantasy characters!

Pigmet ignores what Mair has said, and he looks back down at the pot of
ratatouille.  "There aint enough eggplant in this," he says.

"Funny," Mair says, "There was plenty of eggplant in it yesterday, before
"sum" buddy started diggin through the pot after I finished it.

Pigmet gets that frozen and guilty look again, and he tucks his bottom lip
in, so his top teeth are showing.  Mair moves over next to pigmet who is
standing at the stove with the cold pot of ratatouille.  She has a fork in
her hand, and looks in the pot.

"Ewh!" she says. "What is *this* thing?  looks like a gray *slug*!...."

"Eggplant!" says Pigmet, snatching and devouring it in the same movement.

"Blech!" says Mair. "What is *this* thing?  It looks like somethin' off
somebuddies shoe!"

"Eggplant!" says Pigmet, snatching and eating it in the same movement
again."

Says Mair: "I thought you said there weren't any more eggplants in here?"

Says Pigmet:  "Probably aint now!"  Says Mair: "What's this?  Why... my
god... look at this!"

We both stare into the pot.

"It's been hidin down there..." says Pigmet.  "like Moby Dick..." he says
with an expression of awe.  We use the fork and the spoon to gently bring it
up.

"I don't remember putting anything like this in the pot" Mair says.

"Well," says Pigmet, "I have heard stories of such things...."  He moves to
get the kitchen knife, and he cuts the giant piece of eggplant into two
pieces.  "One for you, and one for me.  Because we are the bestest of
friends.  And I promise," says Pigmet "That I will buy another eggplant, and
peel it myself, and replace all the eggplant I sneaked out of the pot,
okay?"

"O-*kay!*" Says Mair, and she puts her arm around Pigmet,  caressing his
short, silky fur, and thinking how wonderful it is to have such a friend as
he.
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And indeed, today there are two beautiful eggplants sitting in my kitchen, though I have not seen 'Met at all.

May all your friends be as devoted to you as Pigmet, and may they all live
to shower love upon you.  All of you who still hang with me to read my pages, you certainly deserve it.

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