Dinner last night: salmorejo with fried eggplant and a garnish of sliced egg. So good, but so rich. The whole house smelled like olive oil – Bunk was beside herself. Drew has a theory about her strange food obsessions by the way; he says she’s after the umami flavor. This, as we watched her pull roasted red pepper skins out of the compost bucket. It would explain the porcini mushroom incident, and the fervor with which she went after the grated parmesan Drew foolishly left unguarded on the counter. You’ve got to admire her tenacity; when he started yelling and running towards her, she just licked up the cheese flakes faster.