This is not a zucchini recipe.
It’s also not a barbecue recipe.
But the weather suddenly turned cooler, there was a bit of Greek yogurt in the fridge and there you have it.
One doesn’t normally think of pork in stroganoff, or peppers or cumin or paprika….
But…. It’s my recipe and that seemed like a good, descriptive name.
The recipe, Pork, Mushroom & Pepper Stroganoff has been updated, nutrition information added, and re-posted here: Pork & Mushrooms, Creamy Yogurt Sauce.
My name is Trouble and I am a very bad dog.
The Other Human and I decided to take the girls on a big-dog walk today.
Actually, it was mon mari‘s idea.
Since he can’t work on the house he’s been walking every day. He found a place he thought would be great for our first foray into human – dog walks.
Trouble, aka: Bonnie, agreed.
But, apparently, she didn’t think we were walking fast enough or going to interesting enough places.
We got off to a good start. The path is a popular one around a reservoir, through quiet woods and well marked, wide, easy trails.
We let the girls off leash and they ran from side to side on the path, sniffing and having a wonderful time. They would get 20 or 30 yards ahead of us then stop to wait or come running back for a treat.
Well, Guapa would come running back…. Bonnie was more, shall we say, adventurous.
We were almost to the end, where the path meets the road, when they disappeared around a corner.
I called and called and whistled and called.
I could almost hear Guapa (the wimp) saying ‘Com’on Bonnie, we need to go back….’ and Bonnie saying ‘Oh don’t be such a scairdy-dog’. Guapa would not have run off without Trouble leading the way….
We got to the end of the reservoir and there was no sign of them. I asked a group of people walking from the other side of the reservoir – nothing.
At this spot there is an intersection with 5 roads going off in various directions, and 4 walking trails.
We were clueless. Far too many places to look.
All we could do was hope that we had missed them along the trail.
Mon mari headed back along the trail to the car. I walked along the road that led back the same way.
45 minutes later we were back at the car….
We drove around a bit, then I got out and walked some of the other trails while he continued driving.
I asked lots of people – nothing.
Although I did get some very helpful advice on how and where to report them missing.
Which is what we needed to do.
One more time I decided to walk the trail. Mon mari drove back to the parking area to wait for me.
When I finally made it back to the car….. all three were waiting for me.
A few minutes earlier, mon mari had spotted the girls, ambling down the same trail, probably 10 minutes in front of me, with another human.
The nice French guy turned the bad doggies over to Other Human and continued on his way.
How we could have walked that trail 3 times and missed them I have no idea.
Guapa, as befitting a wimp, was clean and scared.
Trouble, as befitting her name, was a mess, full of sticks and burs, with muddy paws, and defiant as ever.
We’re guessing they started a deer somewhere and gave chase.
They’re sleeping soundly at the moment – getting ready for their next walk.
Which will be in about 8 years.
8 thoughts on “Pork, Mushroom and Pepper Stroganoff”
They had an ADVENTURE! and are probably dreaming of deer. You and your husband may be dreaming of epsom salts and a house with lazy, slow basset hounds.
Now I’m dreaming of Stroganoff for cooler temperatures. We don’t eat hot food for dinner right now as temps in the evening hover around 35C. And that at 4000 feet / 1220 meters. Our Northern breeds are hibernating under the A/C and fans right now.
I like your stroganoff with the pork and barley. It sounds really delicious but it’s near 100 degrees here today so want to try it when it cools down.
I’m so glad you found the dogs. That’s pretty scary! Trouble looks so sweet and innocent…
When I had two dogs, they would take off together unless I kept one of them on the leash – then the other would stay with us. One time, they were gone for three days – scared me to death! Finally got a call from a guy five miles away who had seen them, enticed Tilly to come to him and read our phone number off her collar. Chica wouldn’t let them get near her, but she came right to me when I came to pick up Tilly. From that experience, I learned always to have one or the other on a leash.
I’m so envious! It hasn’t turned cool here yet (yesterday was poisonously hot). I can’t wait until it is cool enough (but not cold, mind. I’d prefer it to stay cool and crisp…) so that we can have pork, mushroom and pepper stroganoff too. It sounds fantastic.
Dan, yes it was an adventure – for all of us…. We’ll never know the whole story LOL That’s HOT for that elevation. When we lived in the mountains it always cooled down at night.
Pam, it just cooled off here a few days ago – so nice to be able to sleep again. Yes, it was scary…
Zoomie, Good idea… It would have to be Bonnie LOL. I thought Guapa would stay with me, which is why I let them both off. She usually stays close. I’ve learned. In 8 years we’ll try again.
Elizabeth, I would be happy with cool and crisp all year – maybe a hot break in summer, but skip the cold. After the heat it’s nice to have an ‘indoor cooking’ night.
I love the recipe but it’s the dogs’ story that caught my eye. Any dog lover/owner who’s had an escapade like this as I have knows the stress you were under. Guilty looks aside, I think mine were really glad to get home – covered in mud and other stuff we won’t mention but is really stinky.
Even though you told the Trouble story with your usual sense of humor, I can imagine just how anxiety-producing the whole event must have been. Losing one’s dogs is not fun. I’m glad it all turned out well. But, do we really have to wait 8 years for more adventures? 😉
Maureen, I think ours (at least Guapa) were very happy to see us. If only I thought that would stop them the next time. They will stay on leashes – or at least one of them will…. Older dogs are so much easier LOL
Christine, I was a mix of furious and terrified…. Bonnie’s already taken off through the farmer’s field here. Guapa stayed by me and my pocket of treats so Bonnie came back.
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