I am proud to announce that Natasha is feeling much better. I kind of miss the sick Tasha though. She was calmer. Now it's back to saying, "How many times must I tell you to stay off of the counter?"
This is Natasha watching my dinner cook. Somehow she seems to think that she will be getting some of the poached trout. Like I would share all that buttery goodness with her.(I turned on the oven light because she seemed so fascinated with the whole process.)