Those with a queasy tummy may want to skip ahead …
As you may know, Carlos was diagnosed pre-diabetic earlier
this year and we instantly made changes to his, and our, diet. No more
bread—which for bread-a-holic Carlos was a tough loaf to stop swallowing—and no
more honey.
But he’s done very well, and we will every so often have
toast for a light, quick breakfast, though I allow Carlos just the one slice; I
am the Bread Bull Dog. So this one morning he had some plain non-fat yogurt
with oats and banana and the one slice of bread. He cut up an overripe banana
and served it in his yogurt, so when he had his slice of toast and spooned some
honey on the bread I thought he’d put some brown slices of overripe banana on
the bread. But this banana was not quite right and so I asked him to see the
honey pot he’d kept in the cupboard filled with the sweet gooey stuff. I pried
off the lid and found the jar half-filled with honey and roughly 4 or 5 dead
cockroaches as well.
Yes, hold your gag reflex, Carlos was spreading honey and
dead cockroaches on his toast and before any of you asks, “How the hell dirty
is your house.” Remember that the honey pot had been sitting unused and
unopened for over seven months.
The upside of this, you may ask, and yes there is an upside:
for over a week now I have been giving Carlos a bad time about this or that and
when he complains, all I need to say is …
“I saved you from eating cockroaches.”
… and the complaints stop.. |