Puppy dog tales

This morning I woke up, plugged in my computer and spent a few moments looking at sites for dog breeders.  This idea of dog ownership is still with me, but alas is not to be.  I have a husband who does not want a dog, or rather does not want me to have a dog.  I understand his objection.  A dog needs walking, training, cleaning, tending and attention.  I am someone who starts projects easily and with enormous enthusiasm, but I am not so good at the follow-through.  I am certain that Ralph sees the future and in it he's the one walking the dog and wiping up the certain to happen accidents.  Also my brother told me I can't have his dog (!) and if I get a puppy I better be ready to commit to the dog for between 12-15 years.  I can hardly commit to taking care of myself so far into the future, so I think a dog is out.  I'll have to be content with my visits to my doggy nephew.

I cooked this afternoon - coq au vin.  I used the recipe from my dog-eared, falling apart copy of 'Mastering the Art of French Cooking' by Julia Child.  My god, the woman certainly knows how to complicate every recipe.  Every stage contains five mini-stages and I have to say that I used the recipe as a jumping off point and didn't religiously follow Ms. Child's complex instructions.  Came out good and can't wait till tomorrow and dinner.

I certainly love to cook.  It is the one place in the house where I feel completely at ease and inspired.  I bustle around, making a mess, mixing, stirring and feel like a magician/witch in my joy in combining spices, seasonings and ingredients.  I came to a bartering agreement with the new cafe around the corner from my house.  I bake his cheesecakes and he feeds us dinner in exchange.  I like this arrangement.  It feels fair and equitable and I get to not cook on the days I work when I am just wiped out in the evenings.

Actually, today I am not at all inspired to write more, so I will stop now. No point in boring myself with more words.