Sundays with Louis » quick cook rice - a vegan in search of america

Sundays with Louis: Friends and Secrets and Beer (and Recipes Oh My!)

May 092011

I was moderately neglected this weekend because my auntie and Quick Cook Rice BFF came to visit! So basically I was happy to see her but really didn’t get as much attention as I normally require.

The adults had a fire and a giant feast and drank something from a round thing I like to chase. My daddy calls it beer. I call it a toy. He said they aren’t that different, that beer is a toy for adults. I believe him because the more they play with beer, they happier they get. And that’s pretty much how feel about my toys and even trinkets I find in the trash.

Sundays with Louis: I Hate Ants (and Boring Salad)

Salads, Sides, Sundays with Louis 7 Responses »

May 022011

This week’s Sunday was no fun. I didn’t get any treats or special cookies accidentally dropped on the floor. I did get kale, but man, that’s gross. I seriously don’t understand that obsession.

The writer of this blog (no cute name for her because she ignored me yesterday) spent the entire day pulling everything out of the kitchen cabinets. She ran around cursing something called ants and throwing out bottles of bottles of sticky sweet deliciousness just because they were full of ants. I don’t understand. Continue reading »

Sundays with Louis: Pass the Buck(Wheat) Muffins

Muffins, Sundays with Louis 4 Responses »

Apr 242011

Today was an 80 degree day with just a hint of what summer will be like. In case we had forgotten.

I hadn’t! Summer means I can’t go outside because of my wrinkly face. I asked my mom if I could get Botox. She said no. I said, but that’s what people do to get rid of wrinkles. And she said something about me being cute just the way I am.

I don’t like that. I like to be outside. I also like to eat muffins, so I moped around until I convinced someone to make muffins.

Unfortunately they were human muffins, not dog muffins. So I moped some more. And when everyone started complaining about how hot it was in our apartment (hello, the oven was on!), I blamed it on Davey.

Hey, he’s allowed to go out in the heat. He deserved it.

My mom says that’s like passing the buck. I dunno. I don’t have a toy called a “buck.”