30/Jun/22 guess who is coming to dinner

 

Good morning world.

Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home, in Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, Canada.

Tomorrow is Canada Day.

Tonya wants to invited the entire neighborhood over for a BBQ.

This means there is going to be a lot of food that is going to be:

1.  Left for the sea gulls

2.  Left in my food dish.

I can't wait.

Tonya wants to make salads and chip dips.

There is also going to be BBQed hot dogs.  FINALLY, I will likely get about 7 or 8 as people feed me when Tonya isn't looking.

There is also going to be hamburgers.

People will be putting more food on their plate than what they will really eat.

This means it will go in my food dish.

The salads, which a few people will take a little bit of on their plate, take a few bites and then forget it, will eventually go out to the Sea Gulls.  Which they will not eat the salad either.  Mother Nature loves to make compost.  

Tonya also wants to have bags of chips, some of which will be given to me.

There is a lot of food that gets wasted when ever she has her family over.

The Big Guy gets upset with all the wasted food.

Tonya's sister is determined to bring SOMETHING to this event.  She even called last night, looking to see what she can bring.  There is talk of cookies.

I will likely be able to score a few of them.  I'm not that picky when it comes to cookies.

A few years ago, they brought cake.  Not sure how, but the cake made people sick.

The Big Guy is pretty sure it was the salads that were left out on the counter, not the cake.  The Big Guy didn't have any salad, but did have cake and didn't have an upset stomach.

Tonya's family also has salads with Miracle Whip.  The Big Guy knows that is what they prefer.  None of her family would have liked the salads that the Big Guy would make.  Or at least not a much.

When the Big Guy was in the Navy, Miracle Whip was something that you purchased at the store.  They never had it on any of the ships he sailed on.

Salads seemed to be fish food for the most part when he was on the ships.

Salads would be made.  People would take some, have a bite or two and then later on, it went in the swill bucket to be tossed over the ships side.

I think the Big Guy will just go sit in the corner of the deck tomorrow and just keep looking away from all the food that will be wasted.

Of course, I will be doing my rounds to see how many hot dogs and hamburgers I can score.

Your blast from the past

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