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Well, first I suppose I need to say that I am sorry to be posting on what is, technically, Saturday. 'Twas a lovely day of flit and frolic and the notion of posting did not strike me till just before midnight. It's been ever so cold, nights, of late, and so my days have been filled with the delectations of crunchy grass, sharp cold sunshine, and the leafy frozen treat that is the bird bath. Against these joys, blogging strikes one as trifling.

But I've a few things to say. Precisely, I aim to critique the proffered cuisine of late here in Dan's household. You ask, dear reader, What dainties, Zuma, do come your way? How do they stand in the auspices of your favor? I can hear you now. And so comes the answer. Herewith, a review of the leading culinary bonuses each day brought this week.

Monday: Garlic paper tossed with shredded pepper jack cheese

Rather thin gruel here, and maddening. Brushed off the counter with little fanfare, it enticed, siren-esque, with a bold bouquet of milkfat. But what it had in olfactory promise it lacked in presentation: each elusive shred of cheese was lost in a nest of crinkly, flavorless garlic paper, and even after wheat was separated from chaff, so to say, the determined gourmand's ministrations were rewarded with a jarring burn on the tongue. All in all, a stunning failure.

Tuesday: Chocolate chips, offered and then recanted

This went on for hours. Brown and white chunks would rain down from the counter, throwing off a heady, nay, hypnotic scent -- sweet, nutty, rich, deep, promising unspeakable flavor. Then, just as these chunks were in reach, the shouts would come: "No, Zuma! Fuck off!" Sending this writer cowering. When next I looked, the dainties would be swept unceremoniously into the food bin. What gives?

Wednesday: Bread crumbs

Good, but dusty.

Thursday: One tablespoon of butter

A triumph. Soft, chewy, pure milkfat with just a pinch of salt to bring it all together. In this writer's humble opinion, they ought to fix this dish daily. It is . . . unsurpassed. Unsurpassable.

Friday: A half-inch section of frozen chicken sausage

Flavorful and innovative; good presentation. This seemed, however, unsuited to a chill day. I can envision myself nursing this dish for an hour or so on one of those green dusty days when my fur burns on my skin. But today? It seemed out of place. That aside, a thoroughgoing success.

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