Five Pounds of Liver and Cookies for the Salukis…
That would be dog cookies, of course. I still make cookies for me but they’re low carb and time intensive. Plus way too tasty so I try to curtail. But the dogs get cookies: turmeric with various extras to disguise the taste, and salmon oatmeal yummies.
The mass quantities of liver are layered in a dehydrator and dried for an unconscionable length of time, during which the house smells of, well, drying liver. Not the most appetizing odor but they will do pretty much anything for liver. Or chicken breast.
What, you think my dogs are spoiled? Well, maybe just a bit. But they fill my days and soothe my heart so a little spoiling’s not a bad thing. They also have patience with me when I take them to games, like Agility, Coursing, and that left turn game of Dog Shows…where we trot around the ring together, always turning to the left. Since my pockets are generally filled with goodies we tend to be very popular around other dogs.
What’s it like having one breed of dog for more than forty years? I could be snarky (me?) and point out I’ve had them longer than many people stay married. But I’ll be nice and say in my fifth generation it’s wonderful to see the faces of dogs from the mid 70s in the dogs surrounding me today.
I just made a batch of those oatmeal cookies, here’s the recipe for your best buddies:
4 cups oatmeal (I get the best I can find)
1 can salmon (or mackerel but salmon’s tastier)
Sometimes grated Parmesan cheese
maybe some water
Put the oatmeal in your food processor first, making a fine powder. If you’re going to indulge in the Parmesan cheese, add it now and pulse a couple times. Add eggs (shell and all) and the salmon, all at once. Process until it’s blended; if it’s too thick, add water.
Smooth out onto a cookie sheet or two depending on the size. You can either use oil or parchment paper on the pans. Bake at 350F. After about fifteen minutes, check to see if the cookies have started to dry a bit. Cut them into bite size pieces with a pizza roller or big knife. You don’t want to wait too long to cut them, cause…well, that is the way those cookies crumble. Then keep cooking them to your desired crispness. I like to bake for a while, then separate the cut cookies, and let them all get extra crunchy.
We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.
Title: Teach Me To Forget
Publisher: Black Opal Books
Date Published: May 2012
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Word Count: 65,000
No Salukis in this book, Bethany needed more of a clown for her traveling buddy, so I gave her an Irish Setter. She needs the comic relief after she meets J Phillip Merritt
Her past was behind her…or so she’d thought.
Bethany Acton has come a long way from the day she was an abused child-bride of a dissolute jet setter. Now divorced and single, she writes for a lifestyles magazine, lives out of her motor home, and answers only to her boss—when he can find her. She has overcome her horrendous past and taken control of her own life. But when Jonathan Merritt, a rising star in wildlife photography, enters her world, she learns that control is a tenuous thing.
His past was despicable, but it hasn’t affected his future…until now.
Jonathan Merritt knows he’s met the woman with whom he wants to spend his future, but first he must admit his role in her past. Afraid the truth will turn her against him, he tries to gain her trust and affection before confessing. But the longer he hesitates, the harder it becomes to tell her. Can Jonathan gain enough of her love and trust for her to forgive what he did—or will his past indiscretions destroy his only chance for happiness?
There’s a happy ending, and Baron the Irish Setter does his doggonedest to make it so.
I wrote in High School, mostly overly dramatic epistles my teachers seemed to like. It wasn’t until 1985, when I traded in grooming shears for an office, that I began to fulfill my lifetime dream of writing, hoping to emulate Mary Stewart and Helen MacInnes. If you’re going to dream, dream HUGE. Black Opal Books took me on as one of their first authors in 2011. Not quite an overnight success but an accomplishment all the same. We moved to the high plains of New Mexico when my husband retired and he had five good years here before he was lost to cancer.
When not writing or messing about with the Salukis I’m gardening or taking pictures or judging dogs or working with writing clubs or just enjoying the open spaces