Where is the Panic Button?
Dad was in a pickle. He had no choice but to head back out into the storm. There was no doubt that he had messed up this time. Now he and Mongo would pay the price; which was strange because it had all started so innocuously.
Thanksgiving Day Menu at Mongo’s House
Here’s the menu for Thanksgiving dinner in Mongo’s house this year. Most of it is not “Mongo Friendly” for one or more reasons, so he did not get to partake in most of it, except for some turkey. (and a little bacon, and maybe just a bit of cheese, and perhaps just a smidgen of pie crust, and of course just a dab of whipped cream.)
Formaggi
Crackers & soft cheese/ proscuitto & rosemary grissini/ nuts
served with prosecco
Apertivo
Bacon-wrapped/cheese-stuffed dates
served with prosecco
Antipasto
Wild mushroom mini-tarts (Fall is chanterelle season in Washington)
served with sauvignon blanc
Primo
Wild mushroom & barley soup (more chanterelles)
served with sauvignon blanc
Secondo
Turkey and the fixins
served with chardonnay
Insalata
Mixed greens
Dolce et Cafe
Pumpkin pie or tiramisu
Mongo did get a plate of whipped cream for dessert. He loves to hear the sound of the can. It brings him running faster than any dog whistle.
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- Bacon wrapped dates & wild mushroom mini-tarts
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- Home made wild mushroom and barley soup
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- Turkey and the fixins
Pomme de Terre
Mongo loves apples. Mongo hunts for fallen apples from the Fourth of July through the first days of winter. But not only does he like red and yellow apples, which the French call pommes. He is also very fond of what the French call the “pomme de terre”, i.e. the potato.
Today, Dad came home to find Mongo looking rather guilty.
“Ok buddy, what badness did you do today?” Dad looked around the kitchen and something on the other side of the table caught his eye.
Pommes Sauvages – Redoux
Mongo had finished all the apples again. Dad and he were finishing a walk back from the school, when Dad led him over to the apple tree again. Mongo just stared at Dad reluctantly as Dad leapt over the bar ditch once again.
“It’s OK buddy. It’s pitch black and rainy. There won’t be any yellow jackets around tonight.” Hubris hung heavy in the air.
Pommes Sauvages – Continued
Mongo learns quickly, maybe quicker than Dad. They was almost out of apples at the house. As Dad, Spork, and Mongo exited the school yard, they crossed the road to the wild apple tree. Dad dropped the leashes and leapt over the bar ditch to the base of the tree. He turned around to look behind him.
Mongo stood on the other side of the road, giving Dad a dubious look that said, “No way, Jose!”
“Not taking any chances with yellow jackets, eh buddy?” Dad began to gather apples. Read More…
Pommes Sauvages
Mongo loves apples. When he and Dad go on walks, Mongo will scoop the ground apples up from under the neighborhood trees and bring them home for snacks. Dad will typically grab a couple of apples off the overhanging branches as they walk by, and put them away for Mongo treats.
Today, Dad and Mongo learned the downside of feral apple gathering. Mongo and Dad stopped under a tree to pick up some treats, but they were not the only ones to have that idea.
Howl-o-ween Aftermath 2015
Cleaning up after Mongo’s Halloween was not as easy as Dad had first expected. Mongo likes baths so that wasn’t the problem. Actually, Mongo is not that crayzy about the bath part, but he likes getting toweled off after baths, so he tolerates the bath part.
However, it took two shampoos to get the black hair paint off of Mongo. Interestingly, the area where he accidentally got hair sprayed took extra scrubbing beyond the two shampoos to come clean. That hairspray was resilient stuff; certainly more than a match for Seattle’s wintry weather!
When Mongo was all cleaned up, the hair-paint left a ring around the tub that Dr. Seuss would have been proud of.
Bath tub ring worthy of Cat in the Hat
Mongo’s gallery
Mongolope 
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