Sunday, March 30, 2008

All Things Food Related

Can someone please explain to me why my daughter will not eat carrots, or 99% of vegetables for that matter, but she will make every attempt possible to eat pretend carrots made out of Play-Doh?

In other food matters, the bribery fish that I bought Pumpkin seems to be depressed, and will not eat. It is a Betta fish, and was purchased with a recommended starter kit. I often see these fish in small cups at the pet store, so I figured it would be happy in the tank that I bought it, even though it is quite small. I change the water a couple of times a week, and try to keep the water warm enough, yet it still won't eat. Do fish have suicidal tendencies? Any experts out there?

I made scones yesterday, even though I've never made a pastry before in my life! I didn't actually know what shortening was for, and don't own a rolling pin, yet I made delicious scones, and ate them for breakfast, lunch, and snack yesterday. These are not to be confused with the sconces that I discussed a few posts back. There was some confusion when MotherBumper showed up with some butter and preserves back when I posted that.

One of my dogs lives to eat. You might think that this is true of all dogs, but Taz is in a class of his own. He is relentless in his quest for food, and shows no remorse if he steals something off your plate. If you were a few feet away from your own sandwich, holding a baseball bat, Taz would still make an effort to get at least part of the sandwich before you gave him a whack. Just an example, of course. We would never hit him with a baseball bat. Tazers are more effective. Anyhoo, we store his dog food in a latched bin inside a closet. Every now and again, one of us manages to leave both the latch and closet door open, and Taz has himself a feast. He eats until I imagine he is uncomfortable, then typically has a lot to drink afterwards. The water makes the kibble expand in his stomach, which allows us to determine that he has in fact pigged out, based on the way his stomach extends, giving him a somewhat cylindrical shape. He will then spend the rest of the day, lying on his side, passing gas and acting kind of pathetic. Incidentally, this has only happened 3 or 4 times in his life - we're not quite stupid enough to make this mistake too often. Taz didn't pig-out last night, but I did. Hubby brought home Indian food, which is my absolute favourite, so I attacked my meal with vigour. The problem is, there is a baby taking up a heck of a lot of room in my body, and I tend to fill up very quickly these days. So I was staring at a plate of the most amazingly flavoured food, yet could not really eat it. I decided that I was going to get it down one way or another, so I sat there forever, stuffing in a small mouthful whenever I started to feel the slightest bit less bloated. I did reach my goal of clearing off my plate, but it took so long that I missed my chance at getting Pumpkin to bed early and having a romantic Earth Hour with hubby. Even if I had timed things right, romance was not going to happen. I think my stomach doubled in size and I could barely move. The only difference between me last night and Taz on a pig-out night is that I was less likely to crap on the rug at four in the morning. Nothing bad happened to me, but I had to stay up fairly late in order to feel well enough to fall asleep. I was still full when I woke up this morning. There's nothing like finding out that I have something in common with this guy:

A re-enactment of me attacking my meal last night


Melissa said...

There are several reasons why your beta might not be eating. If you do a google search on beta fish won't eat you'll see a number of pages pop up. Take a look!

Congrats on the scones :)

kittenpie said...

You might try something special like dried bloodworms or shrimp... And when I had a beta, it loved when I'd find a live spider or fly and drop it in. They are fighting fish, after all. Maybe that would get it going.

petite gourmand said...

I had a friend in high-school who had a goldfish (that she won at the fair) that ended up living for close to ten years and it was huge.
shocking really, because of all the parties her older brother had.
One morning we got up and looked in the tank (after a particularly debatchurous evening) and there were several beer caps at the bottom of the tank and chunks of half eaten hot dogs floating on top.
Not to mention a few cigarette butts.
Her brother and his friends were a bunch of morons.
Still that fish kept on living...crazy.