Adolf Kitler knocked a jar of my pickled soybeans down to the floor last night while I was asleep. Of course, it's my fault for not putting the jar somewhere where he can't move them. When I woke up at 4 am as usual, I was greeted by a mess of glass and soybeans on the kitchen floor. Adolf has a taste for soybeans, it's a good thing he didn't eat the whole lot. I guess he just wanted a snack. It's another good thing I have another jar, which I put somewhere safer. Pickled soybeans are a big hit, Natty. So says Adolf Kitler. The bitter bean hot sauce I made yesterday improved while sitting overnight in the cooler. Oh my God, it's so good. Alhamdulillah. I turned a kilo of potatoes into home fries to go with my breaded squid balls, and it all turned out perfect for a huge, manly dinner. I locked Adolf outside while making dinner. I'm not punishing him, I just wanted to get his snout out of my food. He's not naughty, he's a cat. Adolf, don't be a nazi!
