First time I’ve roasted pork in months.
And I finished it just at lunchtime, and so after it cooled a bit I gave a nice chunk to Tobie.
Tobie will eat anything I offer him off my plate … of course. He’s a dog. He doesn’t usually take all that much pleasure from it, and sometimes acts with a bit of hesitancy, like I’m trying to trick him into eating asparagus. He’s not even all that crazy about cheese. But this time roasted pork in chili sauce hit his tongue, and his world changed before my eyes.
I recall many years ago, before my daughter was eating solid food. We were cleaning strawberries in the kitchen and I kind of smooshed one against her gums. She gave me a look like I was trying to kill her until the juice hit her tongue – and then her eyes got real big and she started masticating that berry like it was the only thing she ever wanted to do in life.
And that’s what Tobie’s face did: His eyes got wide and his pupils dilated in a moment of pure “this isn’t kibble” pleasure.
And now I’m guarding that baking dish with my life.
“He’s not even all that crazy about cheese.” What, stilton? Which tastes to me, I imagine, like a moldy raincoat worn by an obese flatulent non-bather. What respectable dog doesn’t adore cheddar?
“trick him into eating asparagus” Hah! Mix in some scrambled eggs ‘n butter.
“now I’m guarding that baking dish with my life” You have created a monster! More blog fodder.
I’m flashing back to years ago, when we bar-b-qued some pork boston butt in the pit. There were some chunks of fat that I did not want to waste, and after letting them cool down a bit, offered a piece of my dog Ringo (RIP).
Same reaction you describe, his eyes got big and round, slowly chewing it, savoring each bite. Damn Bro – What in Heavens Name is This ? Mark That Page !!