When I sweep the floor, it is just dust and hair. No dog fur. That makes me sad as hell. We didn’t bring home the absolutely lovely dog whose picture was in my last post. We came awfully close. We spent an hour with her at the rescue director’s home. The first thing she, the dog, did was run up and give me a couple of quick kisses. That was a big deal because she, the dog, carries a bunch of anxiety toward men. I wasn’t surprised as I’ve long known I’m not a real he-man but the director was very happy to see her progress.
Lacey stayed very near the girl for the rest our visit. We moved indoors and the two of them sat together on the floor. Lacey petted her head as the girl was working on a Nylabone. The director left us alone and Lacey and I decided to bring the girl home. The director came back and we shared our tentative decision and our reservations. In the end we decided to sleep on it. Such a big decision.
Lacey and I went to lunch and spoke of nothing else. We came home and spoke of nothing else. We woke up on Sunday and spoke of nothing else. We woke up on Monday and spoke of nothing else. Back and forth. It was excruciating. We were both deeply in love with this girl, but in the end our minds won out over our hearts. Probably a mistake, but it is our mistake to make.
Fast forward some. Another girl is offered up. I won’t share a picture. Don’t want to jinx it. Based on the pictures, again we are in love. We go to meet her Saturday. The waiting! Brutal! Deep breaths.
Work is busy enough but as is often the case, I’ve done my work and am waiting for others to catch up. Yesterday I woke up at 3:00 a.m. and made the most beautiful spreadsheet I’ve ever made. I shared it with the team by 4:30 a.m. By noon, when the California crew starts working, the details had been tweaked. I spent another couple of hours making an even better spreadsheet, spreadsheets are magic, and now I am hoping it has some staying power. Time will tell.
I passed some pleasurable hours this morning making Jamaican seitan patties. I am not a huge fan of working with dough, but I knew that while the dough rested, the filling was prepared, the dough worked, the patties assembled and then baking in the oven, the clock would run and I’d be that much closer to meeting another dog. Maybe a dog we can call our own.
I thawed some Chinese five-spice seitan that was a bit undercooked when I froze it. Undercooked seitan isn’t the end of the world, but you gotta treat it right when you use it. Maybe slice it and fry it up really good to finish the cooking. Here I shredded it in the food processor and then it baked inside the pies for 30 minutes. Perfect.
They are even more or less pretty. Not bad for a first try, which is good because I don’t redo a recipe thirty times aiming for perfection. I’ll make marginal notes in the cookbook so that when I come back to the recipe three years later I will know what I thought and whether there are pitfalls to avoid. Here, I tried the pasta machine to roll out the dough. Didn’t work so I made a note of it. Otherwise I’d be hauling the thing out again three years later with the same bright idea. The rolling pin worked best. Noted. Done.
Won two games of Scrabble last night. In the winners match, I trailed the whole game but went out with a bingo (ignition) on the triple and my opponents held about 40 points on their racks. Ha! I don’t mind losing at all, and usually do, but a win now and then isn’t terrible either.
Enjoy your weekend.