Dog Food!

 Dog Food!

 

Guess who has taken up cooking for dogs? These two dogs won’t even look at kibble. Monsters exist! They are hungry! They are furry! They bark a lot!

 

Some strange looking sweet potatoes came to this house in the past couple of days. None of the ‘tators had teeth, but they could have scared a cow! Cari’s mom also brought green tomatoes that were spread out on hay in the greenhouse this afternoon. Here’s my fingers crossed that they will all turn red eventually. Anyway, the sweet potatoes, some rice, some peas and carrots, and some cooked ground turkey made four Ziplocks of dog food. Now have some in the fridge and some in the top freezer. Still have the kibble in the hall, but also have four cans of Pedigree chicken and rice that Thompson refused. Go figure.

 

Had a cream cheese-tomato sandwich on a burrito round. The amazing thing was that tomato! Home-grown, DELICIOUS, red, ripe tomato! Did we mention DELICIOUS? Roger Thonton grew some ‘maters. He brought me a few and grinned about having grown them. Some folks can herd hens; some folks can grow ‘maters! THANKS for the great tasting tomatoes!

 

Have had some Jolly Rancher candies in my desk drawer for nearly four months—maybe more. Really, truly, honestly need to eat these up before the end of the year. Did you notice the word “eat”? We can’t just pitch them (think of all those times you REALLY, truly, honestly needed a piece of candy), and we can’t give them away (they have, after all, been in that drawer for quite a while), and you really, truly, honestly should have passed them out on the street to random business people. In these situations, we just have to accept that WE (meaning that old woman) will HAVE to EAT that candy. Cruel, cruel world!

 

It took most of the day to cook the ground turkey, rice, sweet potato, and whatever else comes to mind when looking through the pantry. The dogs seemed to appreciate what they got. But they were probably pretty hungry. It’s been a long day, and those dogs did not even offer to lick the pans clean!! That’s ok. If they can stay healthy, cooking for my dogs each week will be worth it.

 

Took a hoodie out of the closet. It is chocolate brown with a rooster on it. Around the rooster it says, Chicken Whisperer. That is my kind of humor. Silly things do matter though. Life would be pretty dull if no silliness existed. Existential angst, ya know.

 

It’s almost sundown and the old bottle washer needs to hang up her towel for the day. In a few days or so, she’ll do the same messin’ around as she did today and even feel proud of herself!

 

May you feel ever closer to God. Let us keep our hearts close to Him. Rest and know: You are loved.