Sunday, October 11, 2009
My side of the pancetta saga.
I was having a smushy sleep in Sunday morning. Suddenly a smell forced me to wake up! Bacon? No - not smoky, this is ... oh boy this is pancetta. I LOVE pancetta! It is the Italian in me that comes out and just makes me crazy. I have not smelled this in a long long long time. So, I hop out of bed, smushy face and all and go downstairs. Oh yuh. It is definitely pancetta. Delicious, salty, spicy. Sunday morning delight. Yea, there were other smells. Cinnamon, eggs, something baked, but who cares! PANCETTA.
Get it? That is all that matters in my universe right now. I sit like a lady, quietly at momma's feet. Surely she will see me and reward my lady like behavior. And I sit. And I sit. Hellllllllloooo I am not a prop.... And I sit.... nothing. she is talking to daddy and they are sipping coffee and blah blah blah.... Heyyy people! I am here and I smelled pancetta....
Let me closer. Let me lick my chops a few times. Putting on my attentive, cute, helloooo look..
So my face is smushy, I WAS asleep. YOU woke me up. Now where is the pancetta???
Finally, the momma picks up a piece of pancetta. Odd. the woman does not really eat pancetta. And then she starts going on and on and on and on and on about how good it is... DUH.
What am I supposed to do? I love the stuff. so I quietly rumble mumble to myself and suddenly I have momma's attention. Mhh.
I lick my chops, and whine a little.
That gets momma whining back at me!
Heyyyy all I want is my piece of pancetta.
Cut that whining. Just give me some already!
Did you just say no to me???
Fine. I am gone I have had enough.
I am leaving now..
I don't have to stand for this abuse.
As soon as my mouth stops drooling on me, I am going somewhere and sulk.
This is abuse, just so you know momma.
Anyone have room for a cute nice little girl like me??? No need applying of you don't have pancetta.
Sulk Sulk.... IS pancetta for CLOSERS only???
I need pancetta