Plate in a bright Solid Yellow. He always ate off of for over 20 years .. Heck, they had a longer relationship than we do. No one was to eat off of his yellow plate, even witnessed a tug of war between him and his mother over it one day.He moved in with the plate. It held up through steak, pork chops, Crab Legs, birthday cake, spaghetti even his crazy 'gourmet' sandwich of Bologna, cheese, mayo, mustard, peanut butter and avocado with garlic power. ( Yes, I am not kidding ... he actually eats this .. oh yeah, it must be on Rye toast, preferably seeded rye.)
But times are tough and one must try to make the shrinking dollar stretch. So when I saw a box of Tuna Helper on sale, I thought hey, why not! It will be filling and a cheap meal. Obviously the plate thought the same way Steve did about the tuna Helper
.I fixed it the other night for supper. Grabbed the precious plastic plate, piled it on and brought it to Steve, who grumbled you have got to be kidding, Tuna Helper? He no sooner took the plate and BAM! That beloved plate revolted over tuna helper. With a loud pop like a gunshot, ol’ yeller split right down the middle.
Steve yelled “See?? TOLD you the stuff is toxic!”
Now the hunt begins for a replacement plate for ol’ Yeller. He had a long and productive life, deeply loved and sorely missed . Steve said food just doesn’t taste the same now. He is however starting to develop a relationship with his special Bonehead plate and matching Bonehead glass, which can be kinda creepy day in and day out. So I must act fast, because the dear boy really becomes attached to things.
