Except the HOT chile my Uncle W tried to get me to eat last weekend.
I didn't like it at all. Well, maybe a little . . . but it burned my tongue so I stopped nibbling on it.
In the religion I call FOOD, there is of course a ceremony attached to its preparation and presentation. What is it you ask????
Well . . .
Ceremonies may have a physical display or theatrical component: dance, a procession, the laying on of hands
I JUMP up on Mommy's legs while whimpering ever so slightly. She PROCEEDS to push me down with her HANDS and threatens to NOT FEED me unless I behave.
A declaratory verbal pronouncement may explain or cap the occasion, for instance:
- I now pronounce you man and wife. o I am hungry NOW
- I swear to serve and defend the nation ... o I SWEAR I am hungry NOW
- I declare open the games of ... o I declare it is DINNER TIME
- I/We dedicate this ... ... to ... o I/We dedicate this meal to ME
My humans are vegetarians so they automatically think out of the box (actually my kibble is in a bag) when it comes to feeding me. While they do not feed me a vegetarian diet, they do include a wide variety of fruits and veggies in my dish.
Take for example the above meal. Do I need to shout it?????
Cantaloupe!!!! Cool - Juicy -Sweet Cantaloupe!!!!
See how my eyes light up when Mommy comes in with my food?