Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jog...

 So home I am, and have welcomed all the sights, smells and senses of home... And I realized that I did miss my family! I didn't notice it when I was away,(at Grandmama's, if you were wondering where) but I suddenly was so glad to see all the little tykes. I think the Baby has grown. It was only ten days, but after I came home it seemed longer. Much longer. Baby is talking more then ever, and has now learned how to make that queer clicky sound using the side of her cheek. It's so funny; she went to the table, looked at it thoughtfully, and said, "Where I sit?" Giving me a mischeivious look, she maked that sound, saying, "Guess I a sit here!" I made the sound back to her, quirking my eyebrows, and she looked at me disapprovingly. "Don't do that! That not nice."

 After practicing from memory the first two movements of Mozart's Sonata in C Major, I decided I must make supper. I made my first attempt at cooking a beef liver. I cut it into strips, dipped it in egg and flour, then cooked it in olive oil and onions. It wasn't exactly untasty, but I don't particularly like it. And do you know; we still have two thirds - more, probably - of it to cook. I do not really know what I will do with it. The family is not that big a fan of liver in such great quantities (they only like
deviding up the small turkey liver at Thanksgiving!), and it doesn't help that the Papa does not even wish to taste the somewhat unpleasant stuff. With his example, the young ones are disposed against it - though I'm not sure they would like it even if he adored the stuff. Well, perhaps I will make some sort of casserole. I wish we had potatoes! Then I could make a liver-gravy-mashed potato casserole. That would be good. At least it wouldn't be bad. But I suppose I will have to bake it all (takes to long to fry it) and freeze it.
 Milkshakes, now, are something that we all eat - excuse me, drink - and love. For breakfast I made an excellent frozen banana and strawberries-fresh-from-the-garden milkshake, and for desert at lunch we had a chocolate banana milkshake. We only use frozen bananas (except in rare circumstances). Sure, that's hard on the blender, but it makes for an extra sweet, extra cold, extra tasty treat. I don't ever have to use sweetener (though I once added honey to a smoothie), as they are so sweet. Besides, freezing bananas is the one and only way to make them palatable to Koalas such as myself. As before
stated, I do so hate bananas. Only in their greenest state can I find them the least bit palatable. I should like to try making a strawberry kiwi smoothie someday. I've not used kiwis much, but I think they would be an excellent addition.


 NOTE: My attorny and personal advocate was very much offended by comments in previous posts. I will replicate a note he sent me, as he didn't even deign to fulfill his weekly visit.


Miss Koala,
 It is with great apologies that I must make known to you my
intentions to resign my position in the Human Society. Certain
things I have heard from different people I know you keep
company with have hurt me greatly, and I am led to believe
that you do not appriciate my help as your human advisor.
Everyone knows that Koala bears are going extinct and that
when there are sick Koalas, everyone must do their best to help
the poor, endangered, species. Therefore, as my good
intentions were slighted and misunderstood, I cannot find any
reason why I should keep working in this human society, when
the other species show such total disregard for our human
efforts.
 Yours truly,
The director of the Human Society.