I love you. I love cooking for us. I hate dogs. Don’t even care about trauma anymore – I just hate them. Will never hurt a dog, but I unconditionally hate it. I love your jokes. If these lentils smell good but look like dogs’ puke, it’s ok. I love you. I would glad eat your puke with no effort nor disgust. I just hate dogs and I love you. The thought of passionate cooking being associated with a dog just struck me like an abject, incongruous thing. It’s not the puke. It’s the dog. It’s quite beautiful that love can exist in a world filled with dogs. For me, this love denies their abject presence. You do like them. When we go out to buy lentils you point them out and I acknowledge their presence with a grunt and smile for you, because I’m happy that you can enjoy something that is utter horror for me.
Filipe Felizardo, June 2017
Special thanks to André Coelho and Márcio Matos for all the help.