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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Tuesday, September 04, 2012

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ The Crew

Newbie Feral. Who knew?
Here's a story. It may contain facts that make you shudder or recoil or vow to never, never, never eat anywhere but your own safe home ever again. Whatever. 

This story is about a ritual that is important, foodwise, in our house. Clearly, it won't be involving animals, so you don't have to worry about that...or, wait, let me clarify, animal products. 
Lola, the protector of worker's rights, mostly her own.

Rob and I love PB&J sandwiches. It's the standard lunch. It's his always choice. I'll take leftovers, but it's hard to beat a PB&J.

So. Naturally I ran into a problem with peanut butter. It sticks like glue and hardens in the dishwasher. I don't know if you've ever experienced this or not. But, let's just say it was a real issue for us. 

Lily, uhhh did somebody say peanut butter?
Enter the household hint for the day. If you suffer from the same problem that kept me up at nights, here's the solution we found. 

 You just need to find yourself a worthy, and capable crew of peanut butter lickers. My trio began as a duo. And, really, they did a great job. Lily and Lola can de-peanut butter a table knife in mere seconds. And that was working well for us. I slept better at night, had more company than I knew what to do with at peanut butter sandwich making time, and they scored themselves a treat. And the knives came out of the dishwasher sparkling clean due to the pre-lick cycle.

Persistence pays off.
But then, we got a new applicant. Someone who didn't seem to fit the profile of a peanut butter licker. As a matter of fact, I wouldn't have given him the time of day except for his persistence. Feral was given a temporary job. He passed with flying colors and begins meowing for peanut butter time when I open the fridge every morning. Lola is a little slighted and they don't really work well together. But the work is accomplished in shifts. Win. Win. Win. 

My understanding is that they will take side jobs. And they work pretty cheap.