27 March 2011

Another one bites the dust

Date: March 2011
Scene of the Crime: The living room

The Evidence:

The Suspect:

The Verdict:

Without a doubt guilty.  That was less than six hours after my aunt bought him the toy.  Nice job, Phinn. You killed it.

26 March 2011

Muffins!

I hate throwing away food ingredients because I a) forgot I had them or b) bought too much of said ingredient.  Not only is it a waste of money, but it's such a waste of good food.  I found myself in this situation today with some bananas and I thought to myself "What can I do with these?"  And what came to mind but banana bread!  Except I have a problem with breads.  It's not that I don't like them, its just that I never eat them.  I either forget I made them or don't want to take the time to cut off a chunk (I know, silly, but true).  So whenever I want to make bread I make muffins instead.  They're fast, easy, and really tasty.  And I eat them.  Mmmm....they do smell good!


Here's the recipe, just in case you were curious:

Ingredients
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup white sugar
1/2 cup applesauce or butter
1/2 tsp vanilla
2 eggs
3-4 ripe bananas, mashed
2 cups all purpose flower
1tsp baking soda

Directions
1) Preheat oven to 350F.  Prepare muffin tin.
2) Mix white sugar, brown sugar, and applesauce; add vanilla, eggs, and bananas and mix until just combined.
3) Add flour and baking soda and mix until combined (again)
4) Spoon mixture into prepared muffin tin.  (I fill each cup with a 1/4 cup)
5) Bake 20-25 minutes until a toothpick inserted into the middle of the muffin comes out clean.

Make about 12 muffins.

Enjoy!

25 March 2011

Ropes are for pulling on, not chewing

Phinn, in all of his puppy chewiness, decided it would be a great idea to eat his toy rope this morning.  Granted, I should have seen this coming, but it did almost look like he was trying to kill himself.

I bought him this rope the day I brought him home before I knew just how young he really is.  I really wanted him to play tug-of-war, but sadly it was a vain hope.  He had no clue and would just drop it and wait for you to do something with it.  He finally learned from a playful yellow lab named Daisy and would even play with me before he'd get bored and start chewing again.  A piece here, a string or two there, but nothing major.

This morning he took it to a whole new level.  He somehow managed to untie the knot at one end of the rope and began pulling strings out in chunks then proceeded to try to eat them.  Really, dog?  Eat strings?  Don't you know that can kill you?