fireun | In which we learn that Mildmay does not like stale Matzo

I learned over the Easter/Passover/Springsteen Concert holiday that I enjoy Matzo Brei (Matzo and scrambled eggs) which is blamed heavily on

suricattus and her post-concert breakfast (and lets not even get into the whitefish salad on Matzo...divine). I of course raided a local store for Matzo and various supplies when I got back home from my trip and have enjoyed Matzo Brei on and off for weeks.

And now the last bit of Matzo is stale. But I hate to throw things out, and for some reason stale Matzo amuses me. So I prepped my Matzo Brei anyway.

Mildmay always tries to steal my food- his table manners are atrocious. I apologize ahead of time to any house guests who run into this (that and his habit of sneaking into everyone's shower...). He especially enjoys my scrambled eggs. Today I played a rather dirty trick on him. Instead of shooing him away and grumbling at him in German like I usually do, I let him snag a piece of egg-laden Matzo.

Milly took a bite, chewed for a second and then left the room. I assume this means he does not approve of my unwillingness to dispose of the stale Matzo in a more modern manner- like throwing it away.

...I think it tastes fine...