Risotto Lotto

It is said that if Haggis ever comes back as a human, he will make his wife very happy. He is a true carnivore and hates anything "with plants in". He will take a bowl of gravy and peas, lick all the gravy up from around and between the peas, and leave you with an immaculate plate and a pile of shiny bright green peas. He does the same to fish bones, with his dexterous little tongue, removing all the flesh and leaving a little row of fish bones, clean and shiny white

Megan has no such niceties, and a plate of food is either good (wooolffff! gulp) or bad. There is no licking between or choosing from among. Me, I suppose I'm in the middle. I will do some veg, but not all.

So, last night, Dad had cooked rather too much of a risotto with red peppers, broad beans, chicken, bacon and garlic in. Plus a few tomatoes. We were all presented with a small lump of left overs. Megan; Woooolllfff! Gulp! Is there any more? Haggis looked extrememly dubious but eventually conceded that rice soaked in bacon and chicken juice (plus fish-stock) was probably not "plant" really, and did his usual, leaving only 2 shiny red peices of red-pepper. I actually ate the pepper, but left two shiny grren broad beans. Dad only knows this becuse he looked in the bowls in the split second between us lifting our heads out, and Megan diving in to tidy up. Wooollfff Gulp!

Meanwhile, word comes that real-Mum (Mollie), dad (Hector) and bro (Archie) have all got the same illness - a sore throat each picked up at an RSPCA doggie gathering. So they are getting pills for this crushed into ice cream.... Ice Cream! How does a girl get that ill? And, No Haggis - it's got "plant" in it - seaweed gelatine to be precise! Yoiks

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