9/7/25

The birthday has been and gone, and the fellas were happy with their day. The other twin and his wife came for a visit yesterday. They hadn't seen the Boudoir, so it was worth a visit. I had observed these two while they waited to get a word in, as these women talked, and it was impossible for them. I know this feeling too.

Last night, the Mistress was doing a mince stir-fry, and of course, I could see what was going into it. She had prepared fresh vegetables and also added some frozen international mix. She called His Lordship to come and look at what she found. What was this, she asked. A strange vegetable that she hadn't seen before. Well, it was an international mix, and maybe she was going to eat something new. Hang on here, it's a cherrio. But these are supposed to be vegetables. How can meat get in here? The Vegetarians won't be happy about this. 

It was decided to put this thing aside and contact the brand today. She certainly did that. The young lady on the phone was most surprised and interested, as no meat is processed in this factory.

Could it be a staff member's lunch? Evidently, not. Staff have a separate room to eat. The lady asked her lots of questions, then asked her to put it in a pot and boil it to see what happened. During this process, I observed what the outcome would be. The Mistress could see the skin starting to peel like a cherrio, and coming out from each end of the skin. 

Time to take it out of the pot; the skin peeled really well. She took photos of each step and sent them on to the company. A mystery unfolds, and the company has expedited the investigation into the issue.





Someone could lose their job over this. She hopes not. As long as they investigate and send her a voucher, she will be pleased.

Thank goodness it wasn't a mouse!

At least they did enjoy that meal with a huge variety of vegetables 












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