I made Asian food for my sons’ Father’s Day supper; pineapple chicken, General Tao, Chop Suey and fried rice, with little pecan tarts for dessert. As is the norm in our pandemic scene, the kids, having served themselves, were sitting at the other end of the table. My Japanese DIL, who was making her way to her seat with a full plate in hand, bent over to say something to her daughter (my little flea) and oops! Her whole meal slid away from her and splattered on the floor. Well, that 5 second rule applies to a home with one dog maybe, but I have 3 of them, and 2 who were hanging out in that exact spot, because my little Miko tends to share when nobody is watching. Needless to say the area was licked clean in no time at all.
Unfortunately, due to my lack of knowledge, I didn’t call them away but let them finish it before passing a wet mop. The result was 2 sick doggies during the night, and they are still not up to par, unusually quiet and listless. After confirming my belated suspicions from the internet, I realized just how many ingredients ingested were harmful to my pets. Raw cashews, soy sauce, hoisin sauce and pecans – and even the fried rice had soy in it. Arrgh! We live and learn, but it’s sad that the pups have to pay for my lesson.
We were up at 3 AM this morning so I steamed some sweet potatoes before mashing them and adding a bit of boiled, white rice, then fed them a couple of soup spoonfuls every 40 minutes or so. It has helped some…I think. Or maybe it was the little chipmunk showing up on the gallery that brought on a spurt of energy. They are not back to their normal selves yet – we know our pets – so I’ll keep watch and cross my fingers that a vet visit is not necessary.
I have a couple of hours work to do for the office later today. In the meantime, before it gets too hot to do so, I’m heading back to snooze with the beasts, surrounded by four fans. Late afternoon I’ll don the mask and head to the end of the Farmer’s Market to get a crate of strawberries. The rhubarb is the perfect ripeness, so the pies will be baked this evening when the temperature cools off. One is supposed to leave them sitting for a bit to let them set. My favorite piece is the one cut 10 minutes after out of the oven, piping hot, sweet juice spreading over the plate, with a good helping of cold French vanilla ice cream melting into it. Nirvana!! My mouth is watering at the thought, and you can bet I’m SMILING!!
Sending the SMILE out to you – and if I could, there would be a big chunk of pie flying along with it!
LUV FROM THE BUSH IN QUEBEC
Tales from the Bush in Quebec 