July 2019 | Bewitching Kitchen

It is time to invite you all for a walk around our kitchen. In My Kitchen posts started many years ago with Celia and is now hosted by Sherry, from Sherry’s Pickings. This version is going to feel a bit different. It will be shorter, include a few gifts, some baked items, and of course the pups. It turns out that we are facing a very big professional commitment, and I have no choice but to considerably reduce my blogging schedule. Life should go back to normal in September. Until then, I will take the opportunity to re-blog old posts that I am particularly fond of. After 10 years of regular blogging, there’s more than enough material to dig from. If at all possible, I will come up with a new post here and there.

Starting with gifts….

From our friend Cindy, this MAGNIFICENT serving dish that I adore… It is perfect, gorgeous, and makes me smile every time I see it! Thank you, Cindy!

From the pups for Mother’s Day, these beautiful plates, that go very well with an old plate from Anthropologie we got years ago in Los Angeles. Thanks, boys!

From Phil, a coffee cup from our favorite pottery artist, Mary Rose Young . Another item that makes me smile every time I see it. Braces be darned.

From our next door neighbors, flowers from their backyard… Aren’t they amazing?

In our kitchen….

A sourdough bread dressed up for party….

Strawberry sorbet made with just a few simple ingredients…

A caramel sauce that is a ticket to Nirvana…

Pain au chocolat with laminated dough, “comme il faut”…

And now, let’s see what the pups have been up to…

Makes me think of Ella Fitzgerald’s Summertime… and the livin’ is easy…. (dated myself big time here, haven’t I?). That’s the vibe around our neck of the woods…

But let’s keep in mind that Osky has a very unique sense of comfort. We had some work done in the backyard, and well… he chose to rest his bones in between a rock and a hard place. Literally.

Although once inside the house, he is partial to a comfy bed or maybe four of them….

Or a comfy couch… When their humans are not paying attention they might arrive in the living room to this peaceful scene….

Yeah, the couch is a tempting place indeed….

And when Oscar manages to get to his favorite spot, he will defend it fiercely (don’t worry, he got a “bad, bad boy” to correct his behavior). But aren’t those teeth something fierce? He is definitely the alpha-dog…

He might be the alpha-dog, but WE are Mom’s riding buddies…

And we are also the valiant guardians of the castle!

Barking our heads off in 5… 4… 3… 2….
(as the USPS truck parks by the driveway).

This picture explains a sudden increase on my gray hair. I had given Bucky Boy a thorough bath about 40 minutes earlier. Enough said.

And since we are on the subject of gray hair, there’s more reasons for it, contributed by BogeyQT™. He insists on stealing paper from the trash can, ripping it, and placing pieces in his usual design always on the rug by the front door. It is a perverse canine ritual of sorts. Gray hair. I tell ya.

Is he worried?

Not really… He knows we adore him in all his crazy glory… I even baked a cake to celebrate his spots (recipe will be on the blog at some point, I promise).