Loving My FurGirl.

I slept for five whole hours last night. It was both great and awful. It was great because it was significantly longer than the 2-3 hours I’ve been averaging. Awful, because it was SUCH a tease. I felt like giving my brain the same speech high school boys give their girlfriends about why it’s torturous for them to make out without sealing the deal. We’ll call it “blue brain”. Either way, with 5 hours under my belt, I’m almost peppy.

The Captain slept for a dreamy 10 hours and I found myself for once jealous of something other than his young, superhuman metabolism. I sincerely wish I could sleep like him. He wakes up so damn cheerful most days that I find it frightening. He also emerges from his room stark naked most summer days, so you just can’t help but laugh. I’ve taken to laying out underwear and a tee shirt on his bed railing. He remembers about 1/3 of the time. This morning he came out, walked to the fridge, got his prepared straw cup out, got treats for our dog, walked to the bookcase, got “The Lorax” off of the shelf, went to the sofa, sat beside me,and plopped the book on my lap in anticipation, started feeding Brownie her treats; all in his birthday suit. 4 year olds are hysterical.

The dog doesn’t judge. She’s a nudist.

I have taken to spending more time with Brownie at night, having just heard a study (on the radio) about how people with dogs sleep better and are typically fitter. Playing with dogs triggers the release of seratonin, which is the “happy hormone” which they speculate makes you want to take better care of yourself. Also, the very act of walking your dog burns calories. Petting your dog at night is speculated to aid in the release of melatonin, aka, “the sleep hormone”.

I swear to whatever deity is the one that looks like a dog’s head on a man’s body in Egypt that I will happily spoon with my big ol’ akita in my bed if it will help me sleep. I may end up smelling like outside and bacon, but it will be worth it.

I have always felt that my dog(s) make(s) me more relaxed and happy, and teach my kids compassion and respect for other living creatures, but I never thought about how having my big furgirl might be affecting me more viscerally. I am glad to be an animal person. I know this is probably a controversial viewpoint, but I don’t really trust people who don’t like animals. All of my closest friends either have, or simply love, animals. (I understand allergies. I feel bad for people with animal allergies.)

Beyond that, you’ve never met a better vacuum. If the kids drop food, Brownie finds it happily. For instance, this morning, I dropped an egg on the granite floor of my kitchen, Brownie had the whole thing lapped up before I even got out the clorox green works wipes. I did still wipe, but it was a fair bit easier. Brownie was also happier than a vegan in a vegetable garden.

I was working with so many eggs making miniature dutch baby pancakes. Easy as hell, but they use half a dozen eggs in the recipe. It’s almost like a popover, but better. Eggy and rich, ready to be filled with whatever you desire. It was dark chocolate shavings and raspberries for us today. The kids didn’t hate it!

Miniature Dutch Baby Pancakes

Mini Dutch Baby Pancakes

by Cat Tan

Prep Time: 5 minutes

Cook Time: 15-18 minutes

Keywords: bake blender breakfast condiment dessert side snack

Ingredients (16 dutch babies)

  • 1 cup coconut milk (vanilla)
  • 1 cup ap flour
  • 6 eggs
  • 1 tsp vanilla extract
  • 1/2 tsp almond extract
  • 4 tablespoons butter or earth balance-melted
  • 1/4 tsp salt


preheat oven to 415F

grease muffin tins well

combine all ingredients, save for butter, in a food processor


slllooooowly pour melted butter into mixture while stirring quickly

pour into muffin tins, filling each about 3/4 full

bake for 15-18 minutes, or until each is golden brown.

let cool and fall just slightly

top with desired topping.

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