Now I May Be a Bear of Very Little Brain*

…but will someone please explain to me why it’s ok to make a fur coat out of a racoon

but it is apparently unconscionable to make a coat out of one of these,

the Chinese Racoon Dog?

Now I don’t wear any fur, but I don’t throw paint on people who do.  I love dogs, but I understand that there are cultural differences between Peruvians who eat grilled guinea pig on a stick and the cage full of the smelly little bastidges I kept when I was twelve.

This controversy baffles me.

* I loves me some “Tao of Pooh.”

Well, Since Lynnster Asked…

RUABelle and I took a cooking class last night in the preparation of tapas. For those of you who have never been to Mirror or Rumba, tapas are a Spanish tradition of presenting a collection of small appetizer plates of very rich, heavily spiced and marinated foods to combine them all into a meal.

We ate all sorts of strange olives, mushrooms, caper berries, shrimp and goat cheese dishes, all drizzled with olive oil and exotic vinegars.

And already I’ve gone to the bathroom four small times this morning.

That’s right…I’ve got the crapas.

Thank you, folks! I’ll be here all week. Which is mercifully almost over!