Published on
January 30, 2007 in
Cooking.
1 lb ground beef
1 packet taco seasoning + water as directed on package
2 jalapenos
2 chipotles in adobo sauce
1 teaspoon adobo sauce (from chipotles)
4 small cans V-8 “spicy hot”
1 can vegetable broth
1 can diced tomatoes with green chiles
2 cans kidney beans (1 light red, 1 dark red)
1-2 cups salsa
2 large handfuls of corn tortilla chips, crushed
cumin
red pepper flakes
chili powder
1 beer (chef’s choice)
0. open beer, consume
1. brown hamburger meat, drain
2. add taco seasoning + water according to directions on seasoning packet
3. throw everything in a crock pot and heat, stirring as needed
can replace the vegetable broth with tomato juice, but ran out of tomato juice
They give me a little taste, and then take it away. I can’t take this kind of abuse. I just need my tasty kibbles. Aaah! Can’t they hear me begging for one more hit?
Tried to work out some of my energy leaping at the fun string that makes the light come on. Can you believe they left the lid to the washer open? They’re out to get me. I just can’t stand the pressure. I fell in and had to fight to keep them from capturing me for good…
Ooooh, but it’s all good now. They’ve put out my good kibbles for me to eat. Mmmm… and they’ve locked out those other meanies so they can’t have any. Mmmmmm… tastes like victory. So good.
Day 752 of my captivity. Found what I hope is one of my captor’s favorite possessions. It appears to be some sort of container for transporting instruments of my exploitation and I believe it to be associated with their obnoxious light flashing device.
I have thoroughly inspected it’s contents to ascertain if it might hold anything I could use in my escape. Having found nothing, I destroyed it’s lining with my claws and ate the outer edges to prevent its further use.
Boss kitty caught me sleeping again. Don’t know why he makes such a big deal about it. Doesn’t everyone sleep like their dead?
Day 746 of my captivity. My captors continued to taunt me with bizarre
little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am
forced to eat dry cereal.
The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild
satisfaction I get from clawing the furniture. Tomorrow I may eat
another house plant.
Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while
they were walking almost succeeded. Maybe I should try this at the top
of the stairs.
In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again
induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair. I must try this on
their bed.
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to
make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into
their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little
kitty cat I was. This is not working according to plan.
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in
solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the
noise and smell the food. More important, I overheard that my
confinement was due to my powers of inducing something called
“allergies.” Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
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