Neither Daphne nor I were feeling very well today. Lunch was the last thing I wanted to make, so I actually just ended up boiling up some pasta and making a little pesto to put it with. I also tossed in some zucchini. The meal was really great.
After some time spent feeding Daphne, I sat down to eat. She kept indicating that I had missed feeding her something, and after carefully trying to give her "Daphne items" she was still not happy.
It turns out that all she wanted was some pasta. She loves pasta (who knew). She spent a good 15 minutes picking it up and throwing it down and flinging it all over the kitchen. I think this may end up being a common thing because I haven't seen her more happy with food.