Of course he doesn't give a rat's ass about it.
He's more interested in what's on the stove. Eatin' Emil, that should be his moniker. As soon as he arrives he checks out the fridge and the cupboards too, and remarks upon any foodstuff he likes.
"I see you bought some peaches."
"You bought three root beer."
"You bought ice cream!" Worth an exclamation mark, that one.
He likes these Spanish Beans, he tells me, having had them numerous times.
|The recipe's been doubled so we'll have leftovers.|
The recipe for Spanish Beans is HERE.
Now, what to do with that thing on the counter that I think is a marrow? Cook it like a spaghetti squash?