Corbie and the Dream of Burgers

Day three of the "Corb on a soft food" crisis, and signs of desperation are starting to creep in.

"You think I can buy a hamburger at McDonalds and chop it up in the blender?" he asked, yesterday.

That one didn't take long to think about. "I don't think that would be a good idea," I replied.

"Why not? I could make it nice and soft. Put it on puree. I bet it'd be fine. And I'm REALLY hungry for a cheeseburger."

"I don't think a meat shake would be a good idea," I said.

"But I want a meat shake!"

"I could give your meat a shake, if that would help..."

Corb just stared at me, not amused. "I am so not a vegetarian," he said, seriously, then added: "And, I am so not horny."

Walking through the supermarket aisle, that night. "You think I can eat tuna fish?" he asked.

"I don't think that would be a good idea..."

"I hate this..." He grabbed a large slice of ham. "What about this? Can I eat this?"

"Nope."

He grabbed an entire turkey. "What about this?"

"No."

He grabbed a chicken breast. "This?"

"You could have eggs. That's kind of like eating a baby chicken."

Corb wrinkled his nose. "Not really."

"Well...a chicken placenta, at least."

"Yuck. You sure I can't puree a hamburger in the blender?"

Sigh. This is going to be a long week-end.