I started Thursday night with the beef, including a whole bottle of red wine; worked all day Friday with sautéed aromatic veggies and spices, and by Friday night I had created the perfect Beef Bourguignon! I chilled it overnight to blend the flavours even more, then Saturday night I put the pot on the back ‘Berner’ (Pun fully intended!).
Fenway had just eaten his dinner within 4 feet of me. I turned away, then looked back to see his elbows –Yes, his elbows – on the stove top (Not turned on), his snout was well into the now tipping pot, and Beef Bourguignon dripped down his jowls, chest, the stove, cupboards below, and onto the floor!
He’d never heard me scream like that! (Neither had my husband Fred). And he just may have had his vocabulary increased a tad.
Picture one enraged screaming female; Fenway quickly making for the door, trying to lick his front paws; and one gourmet dinner dripping down the stove top and cupboards, with two other Berners, Bailey and Bosley, trying to slurp anything that had made its way to the floor.
The pot had righted itself. I then calmly cleaned up the mess, scooped off the top layer, heated the rest thoroughly, and bon appétit!
They say if something is going to be funny later, you might as well laugh now. So I said to myself, “Go ahead…laugh!” And a Lemon Hart rum helped.
Fenway hasn’t stolen anything more off the counter or stove since, but he is so tall, that he can peruse it thoroughly just walking by.
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P.S.: Fenway is also a kleptomaniac. His loot includes two TV remotes, my reading glasses complete with tapestry case, newspapers, dog towels, tea towels, hand towels, paper towels, several cushions, gold sandals, slippers, terra cotta garden ornaments, two wooden duck decoys from the fish pond, anything remotely edible, many things that are not, and one of the worst, a piece of my grandmother’s signed Moorcroft pottery!
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Adrienne, British Columbia, Canada