El Gordo! The Fat One! That’s the name of the big lottery Spain has every Christmas.
Emma, la gorda! Emma, the fat one! That’s what the neighbor kids called our sensitive big, white, girl dog on her last visit to her former human and village.
That had been in her younger, svelte years, before she came to live with me and was spayed. I know spaying a dog tends to contribute to weight gain, but Emma’s always so hungry; it’s hard to deny her.
I’m trying. I have put her on a diet. Elle suit un régime. But it’s not easy. And, Sedi, the brown, German b*tch, doesn’t help.
I feed the two the same amount (Emma’s on a diet, remember). The food goes in their respective dishes and I call them to eat. (They have to wait, sitting in the doorway, while I do this.)
Emma runs to her dish and inhales her food; licks the bowl, inside and out, searches all around her area to make certain she hasn’t missed a crumb; then sits and stares at me with sad, sad eyes, saying “Please, just one more little piece…PLEASE!!!!”
Sedi strolls to her dish and sits down. She looks at Emma, looks at me, takes one, tiny morsel of food in her mouth, chews and chews. She looks at me again, walks over and looks at Emma’s clean dish, walks back, sits down and takes another bite.
Emma stares, forlornly, at Sedi’s still-full dish.
Sedi stares at the ceiling, lost in thought (Didn’t know she had enough thought to get lost in). She takes another bite, walks over to Emma and chews. She stares at the ceiling some more. This goes on until she has eaten half of her dinner, then she’s done. She goes in the other room and sits, watching Emma, daring her to go near her half-full dinner dish.
Emma walks by slowly, checking it out, sniffing, licking the air. She knows if she gets too close a snarling brown dog will be in her face in an instant.
Sedi lets the food sit for another couple of hours, just to tease. Finally, just before bedtime, she’ll run in and finish, giving Emma one last triumphant look on the way past. Emma comes over to me and lays her head on my knee. She looks up at me pathetically and heaves a long, long sigh. I feel so mean.
Diets are not easy – on any of us!
For this Weekend Herb Blogging, hosted by our beloved founder and blogger extraordinaire, Kalyn of Kalyn’s Kitchen, I’m doing butternut Squash.
Winter squash, so incredibly good for us, are in prime season right now. Did you know that they were so revered by Native Americans that they were buried with the dead? They are chock-a-block with vitamins A, C and the B’s, plus potassium, manganese, copper, folate and even omega 3 fatty acids.
As I still have at least dozen sitting on my garden table I’m looking for new things to do with them.
I became fascinated by the perfectly round shape of some of my Butternuts (I’m easily diverted when I’m meant to be weeding) and came up with this. I used the ‘neck’ end of a 2lb (1kilo) squash for these. It gave me
nice, thin half circles that followed the shape of the pastry
perfectly. The toasted walnuts add crunch and make an elegant finish.
Be sure to stop by Kalyn’s Kitchen on Monday for the complete round-up of the 107th edition of Weekend Herb Blogging.
The recipe, Autumn Pastry, has been updated, nutrition information added, and re-posted here: Butternut Squash Tart.