Public Service Announcement

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

Ladies, gentlemen, friends, romans, countrymen, the rest of you, (pick the term you feel most comfortable with)

This is your friendly neighborhood gourmet coming to you with a Very Important Announcement. I'm certain that good sense would lead you to this conclusion anyway and should you possess such, please feel free to roll your eyes at the crazy green-haired lady.

For the rest of you who aren't possessed of any sense at all, good or otherwise--Heads Up. I'm saying something important here.

NO PETS IN THE FOOD PREP AREAS.

That means none and all. None of the recent animal arrivals and all of the places where food is made for comsumption by yourselves or others. No, I don't care how cute they are or how hungry. They can be cute and fed elsewhere. My kitchens are not the place for it. If a pet enters my kitchen, they are subject to the same treatment as all other animal flesh--namely being served on a bed of angelhair pasta or in a stew.

Okay, I'm probably joking about that last bit.

But not about the caps locked part.

NO PETS IN THE KITCHEN.

Thank you for your cooperation.

By the way, I made pizzas.

Comments

[x-vega.livejournal.com]

I've been shopping since I got here, John showed me your usual haunts and we found a few other shops as well. And aside from tree-ear mushrooms, which they were out of at both shops that carry them, I managed to find what I needed. There are a few instant meals in the freezer there, I didn't bother to mark them because I figured people would avoid them once they saw the "vegan" and "healthy" labels. If someone eats one by accident, it's on their own head for eating decently.

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

Wow, people other than me food shopping...what a concept! Excuse me while I take a moment to process this wild new idea. Wow. And John knows where I shop? Wow even more.

However, it's my duty to frown upon the very idea of instant meals.

I'll see if I can't track down the mushrooms for you. Believe me, John can't possibly have taken you everywhere. Also, if you went where I'm guessing you did...well, Tony isn't exactly the type to restock promptly, at least not out where the customers can get to it. I'll talk to him.

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

HEY! I food shop with you! All the time!

Only fair, since I eat all the food you cook. ;)

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Only the food I don't get to first, you mean . . . :)

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

I mean without me having to go along, missy. That is a rare and shocking event.

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

I go to keep you company. That's the whole point! Roomie time! :D

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

Because Lord knows we dont' have neough roomie bonding time. Speaking of which, I need a spa day like whoa. Can you clear your schedule and come along?

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

You're kidding me, right? D'uh.

Also might invite someone along. Sounds like we now have another spa aficionado in the place. ;)

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

Hey, the more the merrier. Drag Betsy along too, I think. We'll buddy system her into socializing.

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

I'm showing her this was your idea. That way, you're the one she'll chase after with sharp pointy objects and not me.

;)

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

Ah yes, but you're the evil one who carried it out. I'm just following the advice of our fearless leader. So, really, it's Scott's fault and he's the one who should be chased with pointy objects.