This does not bode well for a pleasant evening....

It is 2:03 p.m. as I type this, and I have just realized that I have ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA what we are going to have for dinner. I just went out to the utility room and gazed thoughtfully at the large plastic bin the dog food is stored in and wondered if I could get away with making some pastry -- and I've become a dab hand at that since last summer -- and calling it something fabulous like nourriture pour chien dans la croûte.

I mean, the dog food is, according to the bag it came in, a nourishing mixture of lamb, rice and vegetables. I think that sounds perfectly delicious, don't you?