NY Knicks | Hey… It's Jet Here

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Thanks to Sugar and Kol for initiating Tasty Tuesdays, today is our fourth participating post!

Oh wow, last night was tasty indeed. Normally, Mom and I would prefer to watch the NBA Playoffs while cuddling on our favorite part of the couch, however, as you know, Mom is in the midst of a super busy stretch. When Mom clicked on the family room TV, I assumed the couch position, except Mom walked over to the kitchen.

She began pulling out bags of stuff from the fridge, her favorite chopping cleaver, and her favorite cutting board, making quite a ruckus. My body felt conflicted; my nose wanted to go to the kitchen while my ears and eyes wanted to stay on the couch.

My nose won and off I trotted into the kitchen to sit politely beside Mom as she prepared for her University of Miami Med School diabetic support class. She mentioned to JJ and I that her class would celebrate Cinco de Mayo on Uno de Mayo! Mom prepped the veggies for: Fresh Homemade Guacamole, Veggie Salsa and Baja Fish Tacos while the Miami Heat played the NY Knicks. Now Mom grew up with the Knicks and always feels a tad conflicted when the two teams play. Bottom line: We’re a Miami Heat family!

First quarter: Uh, we missed this one because of our evening constitutional.

Second Quarter:

Green peppers... yum...

Red peppers - always makes us think of Koko...

Cilantro and garlic...

Halftime Report:

lots of tomatoes...

Third Quarter:

onions and zucchini...

more tomatoes and leeks...

Fourth Quarter:

ciilantro and scallions...

red jalapenos and more garlic...

Here’s the Veggie Salsa recipe. (You can feed tidbits of everything EXCEPT: the onions, scallions and leeks to your K9s as you prepare, like Mom did.)

Another great, Heat up 2-0, day.

Hey It’s Jet Here.

After Mom’s Smoothie class on Tuesday, she returned with several bags of frozen fruit and three full big containers and one partial container of Cabot Vanilla Bean Greek Yogurt. We had our regular dinner/evening walk/dental treat routine and then Mom became this thing called a couch potato. Apparently, JJ and I assume couch potato stature quite often. If curling up on your favorite spot on the couch qualifies you as a potato, I’m all in! I would post a picture of my potato position, however, our couch has a predominantly black background and aside from some indiscriminate wisps of handsome black fluff, whiskers and eyeballs, you probably would miss me!

I do digress often, don’t I? Back to the important stuff! Mom decided to enjoy the remaining Greek yogurt while stretched out on her potato spot. JJ and I caught one whiff of the tart, yet vanilla aroma and decided to relocate closer to Mom. We simply wanted to keep her company, like proper K9 companions. Mom interpreted our relocation differently, she felt we invaded her personal space and almost achieved pest status.

JJ, ever the etiquette girl, backed off rather quickly; however, I could not shake the tropical vanilla scent calling to me like a siren. I think Mom felt this thing called guilty for all the fabulous food she did NOT share with us this week and in her sleep deprived, weakened state, gave in.

To my utter surprise and delight, she cradled the yogurt container and offered it to me like manna from heaven. Never one to dawdle, I began licking the sides, then edged a little deeper and deeper until my ENTIRE face was engulfed in Cabot yogurty goodness. Taking a moment to breathe, I retreated from the container. Mom did this giggle, chuckle, guffaw thing because my formerly black nose, whiskers and snout up to my eyes turned white! She said, “Jetty, Got Yogurt?” out loud, like this ad campaign for milk. (Mom had to pick one of the milk ads with a Basketball player, (he’s retired NY Knick, Patrick Ewing, in case you don’t know him)) Oh I thoroughly cleaned that container until spic and span.

I decided to mostly forgive Mom at that moment for not sharing other tasty items from her classes. Until… Wednesday and Thursday happened. More on that tomorrow…

Another great vanilla bean yogurt day.