Recipe: Happy Thanksgiving!

It’s finally here!  Yipeee! My all-time favorite day!  I’m so so excited!  The only thing that would make it more perfect is if all our family were together.  However, at the moment we are living all over the globe.  Thank God I was able to be with my son and daughter last week when we all met up in Tennessee.  My son who is a captain in the Army had his Change of Command Ceremony.  My youngest grandbaby traveled like a pro with her mommy, but my four year old granddaughter stayed home in Washington with my son in law.  But our group included my daughter in law, my aunt and uncle, as well as my younger brother and his new wife, all of whom traveled from California.  It was like a mini (because some loved ones were missing like my Hubby) pre Thanksgiving and even though we didn’t have turkey, we enjoyed feasting on other delicious food and creating special memories.  Like our memories from last year when we all met up in Austin, Texas for Thanksgiving and a belated celebration of my birthday.  Besides doing our own cooking in a house my Hubby rented for us, we did the most amazing food tour of the city.

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As I have shared here and here the important thing about Thanksgiving is in fact that we have a legitimate day, a set aside opportunity to count our blessings.  If you’ve been following along on this blog you know that I live with an “attitude of gratitude” and I don’t need a day on a calendar to tell me to do so.  But it is great to know we’ve got a whole country simultaneously giving thanks!  Americans don’t have many National Holidays.  And with such diversity, not everyone shares all the different holidays on the calendar.  But Thanksgiving is different because it isn’t about religion or ethnicity.  It is really about focusing on what is important, breaking bread with family and friends with appreciation!

Some bloggers have written wonderful posts about what they are thankful for this year.  I have put together my own list of what I am grateful for in my life.  It is in the form of a quasi mnemonic device.  These are 5 things I think are incredibly important.  They are easy to remember because like the five fingers on our hand, each one on its own isn’t as useful as all of them together. As well, I’ve included a totally fun visual to help you remember.  Maybe some of you even made these Turkey Hands when you were younger.

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Each finger represents one area of thankfulness and all of them start with the letter F…..so with five F’s you won’t Forget!  I’ll go one by one starting with the thumb.

  1. FAITH: What separates a human from other animals is our thumb.  More specifically our opposable thumb.  Anyone who saw Meet the Parents would remember the famous cat scene.  Humans are even more unique than other animals that have thumbs in that our opposable thumb is longer, compared to finger length.  This long thumb and its ability to easily touch the other fingers allow humans to firmly grasp and manipulate objects of many different shapes.  But what is even more rare about us is our Faith. The only living being that worships God and joins organized religion.  In fact even a lack of faith, if we so choose (because we have free will) shows our difference.  And for me I am so utterly grateful for my faith.  I wouldn’t be who I am without it.  And it has kept me hopeful and positive even in the most challenging of circumstances.
  2. FAMILY:  Family for some isn’t just the genetic/biological people in your life.  It can be the people you’ve hand picked to be a part of your journey.  Friends and even those you surround yourself with everyday (like the folks at the cleaners you choose to frequent because they make your day that bit happier) are also your family.  And family is number ONE!  They are the people that make this earthy existence worthwhile.  Sometimes you have to experience almost losing them to realize that.  Or other times you need someone to teach you their value.  Like the movie City Slickers’  famous scene.  Here is a clip to refresh your memory and sorry if there is one swear word in it.  I thank God everyday I have my number 1 (index/pointy finger)!  I love my family with all my heart.  So much so that it has stretch marks on it to prove it!

3.  FITNESS:  Since it is in the center and tallest, the middle finger quite literally is the backbone. The quote “your health is your wealth” is important because it is hard to enjoy the other bits of life without it.  I have to say this is my biggest struggle and yet I am super grateful that I have made it this far.  Maintaining your fitness, and that includes physical, mental and emotional, keeps you grounded.  And when you feel good, you look good.  So you don’t need to succumb to the pressure society puts on people to diet or resort to plastic surgery to look attractive.  It will shine through naturally.  I try my best to balance it all out, but if things go awry, I get back on the fitness train.  And thankfully, it usually sorts itself out!

4. FINANCES: It isn’t a coincidence that a wedding ring gets placed on the ring finger. Something precious and costly symbolically attached through a commitment.  Finances are indeed costly if the commitment isn’t respected.  Though frugal,  I am not a cheapskates, in fact I’m far from it.  I love to spend money, just not on myself.  I love to buy things for others.  It isn’t that money is evil, it is the love of money that is so.  Yet I  do realize the importance of spending wisely and also saving.  I am thankful to have enough to provide for a home and a car and the ability to travel, all because of finances.  I am extremely appreciative to have a Hubby who is so hard working.  And most importantly I am content with the fact that through my life I have had no money, loads of money and some money, and yet I am still the same person inside.

5. FUTURE: That little finger, called a pinky.  It’s just at the end, down there, in the future. And yet, it is so important. Our plans, goals, hopes, and dreams, those are all future notions.  I for one am beholden to it because it is what I look forward to in little things, such as a bucket list.  Even my countdown to this day is a spark of excitement.  I love that as humans we have the ability to time travel through our thoughts.  We can look back in the past and reminisces and look forward to the future with wonder.  Some espouse the notion of the “power of now” and while I don’t discount that, I also love being able to think about the future because it gives me guidance as to where I want to go.  And though the path may take a turn or bend, I can still have my eye on the prize.  I am so grateful for the promise of the future.

So if you have read this far, well done!  That means you haven’t overdosed on tryptophan (the common element in turkey that makes you sleepy).  I am not a philosopher and not trying to be preachy like somehow I know it all.  I certainly do not!  But I have lived long enough to know that on this day, Thanksgiving, besides gorging on food, it is good to indulge in some soul searching.  And a bit of soup searching doesn’t hurt either.  In fact, I have the best recipe for butternut squash soup.  It is the perfect starter for a meal like today.  It is delicious and nutritious.  You can even make it with fresh pumpkin if you really want to be in the pilgrim mode!  And since you have your opposable thumbs, you will be able to slice and dice the veg to do all your prep!

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Butternut Squash Soup

 Serves 6

2 kg butternuts squash, peeled, deseeded and cut into chunks

2 carrots, peeled and chopped

2 red onions, peeled and chopped

2 sticks of celery, trimmed and chopped

4 cloves of garlic, peeled and chopped

2 sprigs of fresh rosemary, leaves picked

salt and freshly ground pepper

2 liters vegetable or chicken stock

Extra virgin olive oil

16 fresh sage leaves

* ½ – 1 fresh red chilli, to taste, deseeded and finely chopped (optional, if you want a bit of a kick)

  1. Firstly, heat some olive oil in a very large sauce pan and fry the sage leaves for about 30 seconds until dark green and crispy. Remove with a slotted spoon onto some kitchen paper to dry. These will be used for sprinkling over the soup for garnish.
  1. In the same pan, add to the oil (which will now be flavoured with sage) the onion, celery, carrot, garlic, rosemary leaves and chilli (if using) and a good bit of salt and pepper. Cook gently for 10 minutes until the vegetables are sweet and soft. Add the squash and the stock to the pan and bring to the boil. Then simmer for 30 minutes.
  1. When the squash is soft and cooked through, whiz the soup with a hand held liquidizer. Puree until smooth. Taste and adjust seasoning.
  1. To serve, pour into bowls and garnish with the crispy sage leaves.

 

I hope you all have an amazing Thanksgiving.  If you aren’t American nor sitting down to a turkey dinner, you can still celebrate the holiday.  Maybe you can just take a moment and dwell on what you are thankful for in your own life.  Even if it is simply the gift of good eyesight, the ability to see, in order to read this.  Or the blessing of enough money to have a smart phone so you can call someone you love.  And once you think of one simple blessing, so many more gratitudes will begin pouring forth!

Grateful for my faith, family (which includes you), fitness, finances and the future!

YDP

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Recipe: Woman Crush Wednesday

We had a little break from our #WCW last week because of my travel schedule, but I hope you enjoyed the recap. There has been lots of lovin’ and crushin’ goin’ on hasn’t there?  Well guess what?  Today you are in for a treat my friends.  We are throwing our female foodie infatuation country style to none other than the Pioneer Woman!  This beautiful red head embodies all that is great about America.  She loves her family, her country and her kitchen.  And we get to benefit from it. Whooo hoooo!  Since Thanksgiving happens to be tomorrow, HELLO, and she is the go-to for all things turkey day, who better than to show us how to make the most incredible dessert to finish on a (sugar) high note!

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Y’ all know I have a massive sweet tooth, and I am uber fond of pumpkin, and not just this time of year!  So while this tasty treat will be devoured today and tomorrow, I betcha I’ll be baking this baby all of the other 11 months of the calendar too.  The great thing is you can use canned/tinned pumpkin puree.  Sure you can roast a whole pumpkin and pop the flesh into a food processor. Totally fun DIY action!  But let’s be real, when you have a sweet tooth raging you need it asap, and that’s why this recipe is da bomb!

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I’ve been following Ree Drummond for quite some time.  With a fabulous blog/website she covers a lot of ground folks. She is not only a fab cook for her family, but also the cowboys on her family’s Oklahoma cattle ranch.  Pretty impressive for anyone, but especially Ree who was a total city girl wearing high heeled pumps and all before falling in love with her chaps wearing Marlboro Man.  She also home schools her four kids, is an avid photographer, and a best selling writer.  And not just cookbooks, which are awesome, but she writes children’s books too.  Like I get tired just seeing all she gets done in half a day.  But her unabashed and unapologetic love for butter might be a hint as to her secret superpower.

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In a world of glitz and gloss it is refreshing to witness someone so naturally gorgeous and genuine ascend into the galaxy of fame.  She now has a popular Food Network show and her Thanksgiving Day special is visually delicious!  While not super famous on this side of the pond, yet, I think her ginger hair will give her a leg up in my soul home Ireland!  Her approachable recipes will endear her to the English and her wit and humor will give Europe the lift they need.  I’m totally rooting for her!  One of the things I love about her most is her strong faith.  Nowadays people in the media have to keep it under wraps for fear of offending anyone.  But like me, her faith is who she is, so it wouldn’t be authentic not to share it!  God bless her!

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So without further ado, here is The Pioneer Woman, Ree Drummond’s perfectly autumnal feeling, but good the whole year long, Pumpkin Sheet Cake.  I’m sharing the tutorial on snapchat (username:  blissbakery) if you want to check it out before it vanishes in 24 hours. But the great thing about The Pioneer Woman’s blog is that Ree does a step by step photo description to accompany her written recipe.  Seriously I think she has eight arms but just hides them in her apron!

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Ingredients:

2 sticks Salted Butter (8 oz or 229 g)
2 cups Pumpkin Puree (not Pumpkin Pie Filling!) 450 g
2 teaspoons Pumpkin Pie Spice (if not available just mix cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger and cloves
3/4 cups Boiling Water (6 oz or175 ml)
2 cups Flour (340 g)
2 cups Sugar (416 g)
1/4 teaspoon Salt
1/2 cup Buttermilk (4 oz or 112 ml)
2 whole Eggs
2 teaspoons Baking Soda
2 teaspoons Vanilla Extract
1/2 teaspoon Maple Extract (optional)
FROSTING
8 ounces, weight Cream Cheese, Softened
1 stick Butter, Softened (4 oz or 114 g)
1 pound (16 oz)Powdered Sugar (called Icing sugar over this side of the pond), Sifted
Dash Of Salt
1 Tablespoon Half-and-half Or Milk (more If Needed For Thinning)

Instructions:

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Spray a sheet pan with baking spray and set aside.

In a medium saucepan, melt 2 sticks butter. Whisk in pumpkin and pumpkin pie spice until it’s totally combined. Whisk in boiling water until mixture is smooth and combined. Set aside.

In a measuring pitcher, combine buttermilk, eggs, baking soda, vanilla, and maple extract. Whisk and set aside.

In a large bowl, combine flour, sugar, and salt. Pour in the pumpkin mixture and stir until halfway combined. Pour in the buttermilk mixture and stir until combined. Pour into the pan and bake the cake for 20 minutes. Remove and allow to cool.

To make the frosting, mix together the cream cheese, butter, powdered sugar, and salt until smooth. Add half and half and check the consistency. It should be somewhat thick but thin enough to spread in a thin layer.

Spread the frosting all over the surface of the cake. Cut into squares and serve. Keep leftovers in the fridge, as frosting will get soft.

NOTE: You may double the frosting amounts if you like a very thick layer of frosting!

 

Since there are only two of us here at the moment, I actually cut the recipe in half. And since they don’t sell Half and Half here in the U.K. I substituted single cream.  It turned out amazing and am so thrilled to have a new pumpkin recipe in my arsenal.  Mostly, I am over the moon to have The Pioneer Woman as our Woman Crush Wednesday, I just wish it was more than one day.  Maybe I should start a Woman Crush Week and do a recipe everyday! Thanks Ree for all that you do and all that you are. You are such an inspiration to me and so many others.  Keep up the good work and keep the Faith!  Hope you all have a great Thanksgiving!

Love and God bless,

YDP

 

 

 

Tubs, Toys and Turning Down a Free Lunch

This is an important week my friends!  Not only is Thursday my favorite day of the year, Thanksgiving, but Friday is none other than the Late, Late Toy Show.  For those of you who don’t live in Ireland or are not Irish, it is not only the most highly anticipated show every year, but it’s 2014 installment was the most watched television show of the century!  It is basically a mash up of The Late, Late Show (like the U.S version of The Tonight Show) and Oprah’s My Favorite Things episode.  It is what really gets the country talking about the Yuletide season, and gets the kids fine tuning their Christmas list.

Since Ryan Tubridy, the show’s host since 2009, was a customer of mine in the shop, of course I am a fan!  Tubs (as he is affectionately known) is really a great guy, a wonderful father and happens to be a massive America aficionado.  In fact, last year he read out my email about Thanksgiving on his popular daily radio program.  While I never actually voiced to him my opinion of the Toy Show, I felt now that I am openly sharing on this blog I would touch on a couple important points.

Though on the surface, the Toy Show looks to be an ad for materialism in all its glory, there is actually another element to it: Fantasy.  A great article by Irish Times writer Shane Hegarty, which you can read here, touched on the fine line the show walks in terms of consumerism. But at the end of the day, his coining of the show as a National Treasure is accurate.  It does bring people from around the country together to celebrate the season that’s in it.  And looking back on my own childhood I wish I had been whisked away into a winter wonderland such as the Toy Show.  For some kids in difficult circumstances it is one of the coping mechanisms they use.  Fantasizing about what they could have or experience keeps them going.

As an adult watching the Toy Show, as I did when I lived in Dublin for the past seven years, I feasted on all the amazing toys and wondered if there were kids watching that had little or nothing as my child self.  Growing up I literally had two toys.  One was a doll called “Little Miss No Name” that had a plastic tear stuck to her cheek.  Quite sad and tragic looking for a toy.  No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t scrape it off her face.  And I had a weird looking stuffed owl made out of naugahyde.  His nick name was Naugie and he wasn’t warm and cuddly at all, which you kinda want in a stuffed animal.

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They lacked the shiny bells and whistles of today’s toys.  They weren’t even considered nice back in the day.  But then I acted in a super popular Mattel Barbie Doll commercial and things got a little better. Though I found out years later about my mom spending all the money I made on it, I did get to take home a Barbie Doll after the day of filming on set was complete.  And that’s all I cared about.  I finally had a nice toy to take to school on share day, and something to play with that represented the possibility of a happy life.

You see, most poor children know they are in fact poor.  While donations and handouts are important and helpful, poor kids still feel a bit of stigma.  Even in my situation, once my Barbie doll commercial was a success, kids confronted me about going through the free lunch line in the school cafeteria. They questioned why I should be getting handouts if I carried around a new Barbie.  So rather than explain that my parents were divorced, my mom had a drug habit, and we were on welfare, I just quit eating lunch at school.  I would rather feel the grumbling in my tummy than the shame of the situation.

While not every needy kid would go so far as to turn down a free lunch, kids are aware of their circumstances. And if some people criticize the Toy Show for excess in light of the needs around us, I say, let the show go on!  Because whether or not impoverished kids watch the show with longing, there can also be an element of hope.  It is hope that someday, they might get a shiny new toy.  Or in my case, be able to provide for their kids’ super incredible Christmases.  My daughter and son still say those December 25th mornings were unforgettable lifetime experiences.  And I quietly think to myself, yep they were for me too!

HO-HO-HOpe and love,

YDP

P.S. I’ll be posting some great recipes for Thanksgiving later, but here are a few posts that I’ve already shared with delicious ideas for you!

Pumpkin Bread Pudding

Pumpkin Pancakes

Pumpkin Cheesecake

Smashing Pumpkin Penne Pasta

 

 

Recipe: 24K Cake

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Most women I know love their precious diamonds and gold, and for them a carat or a karat are their best friends!  Not me!  For as long as I can remember the only gem I’ve had an obsession with is a glistening Carrot Cake.  Not only do I love it and I bake it often since it’s my favorite cake, but I also research it.  One thing I like to do is look high and low for the best tasting carrot cake I can find, much to the chagrin of my kids sometimes.  When they were growing up we were always called the Three Muskateers.  But one day it was more like Three Muskatears as I was on the hunt for what was supposed to be the best sugar free carrot cake recipe in Los Angeles.  However, it wasn’t in the nicest part of L.A.  Driving around in our GMC Suburban SUV with my son and daughter in the car she said, “Are you willing to risk our lives for a carrot cake?”  Okay, maybe that was a dramatic response because we weren’t entering gang territory with a twenty-one gun salute.  It was just a scavenger hunt for a twenty-four karat carrot cake.

But all that research led to my finding the best recipe ever!  While my version has all the sugar, it is without a doubt the tastiest and moistest carrot cake you will ever have the pleasure of eating (I am already counting on you to bake it!).  I usually bake it into cupcakes, but have also used this recipe to make a two or three layer birthday cake as well (depending on the size of your baking pans).  And I somehow never feel guilty eating it as I think of all the carrots and raisins and nuts I am consuming, healthy right?

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CARROT CUPCAKES WITH CREAM CHEESE FROSTING

Yield: 24 cupcakes

Prep and Cook Time: 1 hour plus about 40 minutes to cool and frost

Ingredients:

2 cups plain flour sifted

2 tsp. baking soda

1 tsp. salt

2 tsp. ground cinnamon

½ tsp ground nutmeg

1 tsp. ground ginger

2 cups caster sugar

1 ¼ cups canola (or veg) oil

4 large eggs

3 cups grated, peeled carrots

1 cup coarsely chopped pecans (optional)

½ cup raisins (optional)

Preparation:

  1. Preheat oven to 350 F/180 C degrees. Whisk flour, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger in a medium bowl.       Once blended set aside.
  2. In a large bowl whisk sugar and oil until well blended. Add eggs one at a time and mix. Add flour mixture and stir until well blended. Stir in carrots (and walnuts and raisins if using).
  3. Divide batter among cupcake pans that have been lined with paper liners. Fill about ¾ full.
  4. Bake about 14-18 minutes or until toothpick inserted in center of cupcake comes out clean. Let cool in pans about 5 minutes then transfer to a cooling rack. Cool completely before icing them.

For the Cream Cheese Frosting:

Ingredients:

250 g of cream cheese cold

100 g unsalted butter, room temp

600 g Icing sugar sifted

pinch of salt

drop of vanilla extract

In a stand mixer beat icing sugar and butter with paddle attachment on medium speed until mixture comes together and is well mixed. Add the cream cheese in one go and beat until it is completely incorporated. Turn the mixer up to medium high and continue beating until the frosting is light and fluffy, at least 5 minutes. Do not overbeat or it will become runny.

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I am such a carrot cake fiend that my Hubby and I even had it for our wedding cake!  And my son and daughter in law asked me to make it for their wedding too, though the top of their three tier cake was a red velvet cake.  Even if I’m not baking it, I think it is fascinating to actually look back in history to learn when the carrot cake was invented and by whom.  There is even a carrot trivia website if you are interested.  And you might even want to know the difference between a carrot, carat and karat.  Carrots are important to eat all year, not just for Easter to impress the Easter Bunny.  Certainly incorporating them into savory and sweet dishes is the ultimate way to add vitamins and flavor.

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It is even nice to make a pecan praline, whizz up into crumbs, then decorate the sides of the cake for extra crunch!

Carrot, Carat, Karat Love,

YDP

 

Recipe: Easy Entertaining With the No Stress Express

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One of the most fun things about teaching cookery classes is when you get feedback from the students.  Any feedback is helpful, but of course hearing that they were able to successfully master a recipe is always a good thing!  This recipe is without a doubt number one on the list of “I did it and it was fabulous”. It is delicious, easy and great for entertaining. And what I like about it best is its adaptability. You can eliminate ingredients, substitute ingredients and alter the recipe to accommodate those with food intolerances.  So when you have a dinner party and need a go to recipe, this one will take you on the no stress express!

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Italian Chicken with Artichokes

 

Serves 6

 

2 small jars of marinated artichoke hearts

4 Tblsp olive oil

¼ cup plain flour (can use gluten free if needed)

6 chicken breast fillets (skinless and boneless) free range and organic if possible

6 tomatoes (peeled and quartered)

4 small cloves of garlic (minced)

1 lb. fresh mushrooms (trimmed and sliced)

1 cup (8 oz) dry sherry

2 Tblsp fresh parsley (minced)

1 ½ tsp salt

¾ tsp pepper

1 tsp dried oregano

2 tsp dried basil

 

  1. Drain the artichokes, saving them for later, and combine ½ of their liquid with    the olive oil in a skillet.

 

  1. In a bag, place the flour and chicken together, and shake to coat the pieces well.

 

  1. Brown the chicken in the skillet with oils, over medium heat for about 5 minutes per side. When finished, transfer the chicken to a casserole dish.

 

  1. Combine all the other ingredients except artichokes and simmer over medium/low heat for 10 minutes.

 

  1. Pour the sauce over the chicken and bake uncovered in a preheated oven

(180 C/350 F) for 20 minutes

 

  1. Sprinkle the artichoke hearts on top and continue baking for another 10 minutes.

 

  1. Remove from oven and serve with orzo pasta or rice pilaf and a veg such as roasted asparagus spears. Or just some nice crusty bread and a lovely dressed mixed leaf salad.

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If you happen to have access to fresh herbs you can use them instead of the dried oregano and basil if you prefer.  Just double the amount.  And if you have a crowd that doesn’t like artichokes (but don’t know why they wouldn’t) you can substitute marinated sun dried tomatoes instead. My son in law is allergic to mushrooms, so when I make this dish I omit the mushrooms in the batch, but just sauté some separately. Then anyone else in the family wanting that earthy flavor can just sprinkle them on top after it is served.  I also like to sprinkle some freshly grated parmesan cheese on top just before serving for some extra deliciousness!

The cool thing about this recipe is that you can make it in advance and keep it in the fridge for a couple of days before you need it (or it can be frozen).  Dare I even say it tastes better then the first day it is made because the flavors have time to deepen.

This is also a nice dish to make for a family with a new addition. It is a challenge sometimes for a mommy with a baby to get dinner on the table.  Many times I would make this dinner and take it to a friend just home from the hospital and they would say it was the best gift they could have received.  More practical than flowers.  And if you know someone with a bereavement, it too can be just the bit of homemade love and comfort to help them get through a difficult time.  Food is healing!

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Easy Peasy Love,

YDP

 

 

 

 

 

Soul Dog

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How do you say goodbye to your best friend?  How do you let go of someone that literally saved your life?  How do you grapple with the inevitable finality of a family member’s time on earth?  Well, even a year after our beloved Jack passed from this life, I still don’t have the answers.  All I keep saying is, we were blessed with the best soul dog there ever was!

Sure Jack was a four legged canine with a tail and fur and all the other bits and pieces that dogs come equipped with, but he wasn’t just a dog.  He was so much more.   Clearly he wasn’t human, but I don’t know what else to call him but a soul dog.  Of course all dog owners (the good ones anyway) are going to say, “oh my dog is special, he is the best, he is more than just a dog, etc”.   But I don’t consider myself a dog owner.  I was simply the caretaker for 14 glorious years to a soul, an old man soul, who happened to inhabit the body of a black and white pit bull terrier mix!

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The thing about Jack is I didn’t want him.  We had dogs over the years, the regular ordinary kind of dogs.  I was always the one to shoulder the burden of the care and expense.  When my ex and I got divorced I knew I couldn’t do that anymore.  A single mom of two kids working full-time and going to college in the evenings it wouldn’t have been fair on a dog anyway.  My kids would beg for us to get another dog and I always refused.  So my son got clever.  He didn’t ask, he just resorted to the old tug at the heart strings approach.  He called and asked for a ride home from a friend’s house.  He mentioned his friend’s mom had rescued a little puppy at the park and they couldn’t keep him.  When I arrived to pick up my son, he came out and through my car door window placed Jack in my lap.  He was a sweet little thing at the time, and he said, “Mom, can we just look after him until we find him a home?”  Once Jack hit my lap his DNA became embedded in my heart.  We never found him a home, because we didn’t need to.  He stayed with us and graced us with his presence.

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No matter who it was that met him or interacted with him, they too became enraptured by his beauty and his personality.  Whether the vet, the groomer, the doggy daycare helper or the boarding facility he went to when we were on vacation.  They all gave Jack “the special treatment”, forgoing the protocol for proper dogs, because Jack was special and that is what he deserved.  He was regal and his beautiful brown eyes would just pierce your soul when he looked at you.  In his prime, he was a stud. Very imposing and muscular.  But he was such a softie and wouldn’t hurt a fly.  In fact he was even friends with a cat (named Cous Cous) that would walk the neighborhood on a leash with its owners. Clearly that cat wasn’t a standard cat either.

Jack wasn’t without fault. The guy had the most deadly gaseous emissions. Like, so bad it was toxic. I think I might still  have a tinge of black lung in fact.  He was also sneaky.  He would do naughty things behind our backs but then act like an angel, or pretend he was bored and yawn when we confronted him about it.  Once we decided to see if we could catch him in the act of jumping on our bed when we were away from the house.  My Hubby set up a camera and indeed we got it all on this video.

But then we were like, how could we be mad at someone who just wanted to feel near to us when we were away?  It was just that this was his clever way to stay close to us, on our bed under our covers.  Not too hard, not too soft, but just right.  A sort of Goldilocks syndrome.  For the record, he had his own beds, complete with blankies and all.  But if he really wanted to be on our bed that much while we were out of the house, well then I suppose he deserved it.

Jack was a bit lazy and liked to sleep in and also to cuddle.  In fact, his were the best cuddles you would ever have.  They were therapeutic in fact.  Researchers recently came out with a study confirming the fact that petting and touching dogs helps to boost our oxytocin levels (feel good hormones).  I could have announced that statistic to the world!  When I became an empty nester at 36 years old I needed some oxytocin big time.  My daughter left for university and my son left to attend boarding school across the country at the same time.  There I was, feeling so sad and lonely missing my kids.  But Jack just looked at me everyday with those eyes.  As if to say, “Hey what about me, I’m still here, I’ll give ‘its da cuds’ to make you feel better” and that is just what happened. Our long walks, our drives in the car, our visits to the dog park, they all helped me get through the difficult times.  He was there!  And even if he could be bossy (like when you stopped petting him cuz your hand was about to fall off and he would nudge you with his head to make you keep on going) you knew that he had your back.  He was loyal and protective.

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In his younger years, when he had his teeth, he liked to chew.  He would go through toys like nobody’s business.  I should have taken stock in Pet Smart!  But he also liked a taste for a bit of wood.  Or a lot of wood.  He ate the wooden threshold on my back door, he ate the wooden fence across my driveway, and he literally ate an entire set of wooden steps in my back yard. Luckily my Hubby replaced those with brick!  So that wouldn’t happen again!  But the worst was when he ate through the wooden window blinds in my house. You know those really pretty (and expensive) plantation shutters?  Yea, well to top it off, he ate only a bit of each set. I wished he had just eaten all the slats of one whole set.  But no, each and every window had just a little bit chewed off.  He was so sensitive that if you did get mad at him he would pout for days. I couldn’t take the mood of the house being so ill affected!  In fact, during “Shutter Gate” when he knew I was mad at him, I would just have to point at the blinds and he would slink off to another room.  And I missed him when he did that.  So I made sure to keep the pointy finger tucked away.

We have this thing in our family which we call “dee-dees” and it is like being tickled. Jack would come over and stand there and wait to be dee-deed on his leg or tummy. He would go into this trance like state where his eyes would be semi closed and you just knew he was happy to have chosen us as his guardians.

When Jack was five years old we decided to get him a companion.  Stella (also a black and white pit mix) moved in and though he acted like she was a bother, we knew he kinda liked her.  She, now 10 years old, is a bootylicious doggie and all that flesh makes her good and warm to cuddle.  Together they made the big move with us to Ireland.  I think getting out of L.A. gave him a few extra years and bit of pep in his step.  Even though they were both fixed, there was the “mojo” going on with her.  For some reason, being in the car made him even more frisky.  We would drive around Dublin and people knew it was us.  Not because our silver Mini Cooper was so recognizable in itself. But because it would be bouncing up and down as we cruised through town.

Stella loved him so much.  He just put up with her.  He would go from room to room in the house to get away from her but she would always follow him.  He had 5 years as an only child, she never knew life without him. As much as I have grieved Jack’s passing, she probably misses him even more.  She used to sit on his head, why I never figured out.  Maybe to keep him from going into another room?  But now there is no one to sit on and she is lost. I don’t have the heart to get another dog.  Jack can never be replaced.  So now we dote on Stella even more, and we do adore her so much. But here is the thing,  she is a dog.  A sweet dog, but a dog.

Jack was extra special, out of the ordinary.  He knew things no one else knew.  In fact he knew when it was time for him to go.  I didn’t want to accept it.  I resisted.  I took him to the vet to get medical bandaids to keep him going.  The vet suggested giving him human food to help with his weight loss.  So I was hand feeding him scrambled eggs, poached salmon and roasted chicken.  He gobbled it up and also looked at me like, “why did you wait so long for the good stuff?”  But he couldn’t walk anymore, and when he lost his dignity and did his biz in the house he gave us that look. Those gorgeous brown eyes said, “it’s time”.   He wasn’t in pain, but his body just gave out.  I asked my Hubby to take a photo of a one last cuddle session with the one we used to call “handsome man.”

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We didn’t take Stella with us.  Jack deserved our undivided attention. The last drive to the vet was dreadful as my Hubby held Jack in his arms.  Usually very stiff, he was so weak and floppy.  Before his last breath I kissed him on the lips and said, “I love you now and forever”. Sobbing away, my tears which Jack used to lick from my face, now fell on the veterinarian’s sterile tile floor.  He was at peace.  And though his physical body gave out his spirit lives on. There hasn’t been a day in the last 365 that I haven’t thought of him.  How many get to have the privilege of spending 14 years with someone that has had that much of an impact on their lives?  People say, 14 is a long life, as it’s 98 in dog years. But what is it in soul dog years? It’s infinity!  Because he will eternally live in our hearts!

Lovingly and longingly missing my “midder mans”,

YDP

 

ps. Jack has even joined us on this new journey of ours to London.  And though the Mini Cooper wasn’t literally bouncing up and down on the ferry ride over the Irish Sea, he was still in the back with his girl Stella

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The Broken Road

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Everyone has heard that phrase “everything happens for a reason”.  No matter the religious affiliation, or lack there of, people spout off variations of this quote as a way to make sense of events in their lives.  Maybe it is a way to give us hope, or validate our faith.  Or simply because as humans our minds are always working overtime trying to analyze and categorize the information it receives.

So here is one of those “E.H.F.A.R.”  moments in my story, and it is quite explosive indeed.  As I have shared on here before, my Hubby and I moved to Ireland in 2008.  It was at the tail end of the Celtic Tiger and to say finding housing was difficult is an understatement.  But we ended up getting a very nice brand new apartment in South Dublin.  It was quite handy though as it was walking distance to Hubby’s office.  So he would come home everyday for lunch.  However we often said that we wished we had been able to move into another apartment we looked at just around the corner.  It was older, quainter and very Irish.  I mean, when you move somewhere across the globe you kinda want a different experience, a more local indigenous feel.  At least we do.  As much as we wanted it and as much as we tried, we didn’t get it.  Because the owner was away on holidays and we literally had one day to find a place, the real estate agent said she wasn’t able to get in touch with him.  We were heading back to L.A. to pack up our things for the move and couldn’t wait around in Dublin until his return.  Oh well.

When we were settled into our new place, which we called our “could be anywhere in the world box” we would still look longingly at this darling multilevel cottage.  In Ireland they call it a semi detached house.  It came complete with a cozy fireplace (aw, boo hoo, our fav) and had lovely brick facing.  Everyday we walked passed it we would grumble a bit under our breath, why couldn’t we live here?

Well one day, we got our answer.  It happened to be on, of all days, a Friday the 13th!  I had to drive out to Abbylix (a little over an hour from Dublin) for a meeting and wasn’t at home all day.  Hubby walked home for his usual lunch.  While there tucking into a bowl of cereal he heard the most incredibly loud and powerful explosion.  He didn’t know what it was, but soon found out what. The place we wished we had lived in had just blown up due to a gas leak. Luckily no one was killed. The reason is because no one was in there. Had there been someone there surely they would have perished.  Several people on the street were injured by the flying debris of the blast.  And to this very day, the home has yet to be rebuilt.  Now every time we pass it, we don’t grumble we give thanks!  For us it is a stark reminder of how things happen for a reason. Here is a link to a news video about the house blast.

As I write this post I am in Clarksville, Tennessee.  My son, a captain in the U.S. Army, is about to take command of his new company.  There will be a change of command ceremony this morning.  A very proud moment for our family.  I think about his own journey to get to this juncture.  But that is his story to tell.  However, as his mom I am witness to his “broken road that led him” to this place.  It is not a coincidence that it was a song by famous Rascal Flatts called “Bless the Broken Road” that was the first dance song at my son and his wife’s wedding.  It is so important to them in fact that my son even had the lyrics framed for one of their anniversaries.

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Take a moment in your own life to reflect on what are your broken roads that led you to say, ‘things happen for a reason.” We may not always know the reasons at the moment, but in hindsight we often discover that it was all meant to be.

Faithful Love,

YDP

ps. I know this is corny (but I am the queen of corn) but I am currently sitting in the hotel lobby writing this and the song “Don’t Stop Believing” by Journey just started playing.  I can’t listen to this song without thinking of my friend Stacy Smith. She visited us in Ireland a couple of times and just recently asked me to retell her this story of the house explosion.  She retells it to many people she knows that are frustrated when things aren’t happening the way in which they want.  Not that I recommend this, but when you see a stark visual reminder like a photo of a destroyed home, you kind of start to put it all in perspective.