Memoirs of a Princess Pupcicle: The Enforcer

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I’ve inherited a cat.  He, being Toulouse, spent the first year or so of his life with us–so he is not unknown to Addy.  He is, in fact, her kitty.

When Toulouse first moved in, he was small enough to fit in your hand–and naturally thought he could easily take on a 90lb dog.  Toulouse would follow Addy around the house and wait patiently for the perfect moment to strike.  His favorite spot was behind a pile of books at the top of the stairs: a well thought-out ambush spot for the Princess as she came up the stairs.   The problem, of course, being that she tended to be slightly oblivious of this ball of fur and could easily knock him down the stairs with her big ol’ labrador tail.  I’m quite sure she did a time or two.

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Baby Toulouse waiting to ambush Addy

A couple of years have passed, but Addy, of course, still thinks of him as her kitty.  Toulouse–for some reason unbeknownst to me–will even allow her to occasionally bathe him (although he always looks mortified while she’s licking him).  Since Toulouse has moved back in, I’ve seen a lot of pouty Addy faces that some of her affection might be given to Toulouse, however, she always has my back when I’m fussing at him to stop clawing the furniture or to get off the countertop.  Addy is more than happy to chase after him, barking reminders at him Get off the counter!  Stop clawing!  Don’t make Momma yell! Come back you need a bath!

Yelling in both human and barking–double whammy!  Poor Toulouse.  Meanwhile, Addy smiles at me I got this, Momma, I got this.

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Best seat in the house: a sunny window and far out of reach of a certain cold, wet nose…

What A Crock!

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First, let me apologize and TOTALLY blame George R. R. Martin for lack of posts this week.  Since both my most and least favorite characters are seemingly dead, it’s back to work!

In addition to Lucille, I got another really cool birthday kitchen gadget: a crockpot.  Two actually, in a set, a big one and a tiny baby one.  I’ve always thought crockpots were fun, but now that I have one I realize they are da’bomb!!!

For those of you without an Addy in your lives, crockpots are great for throwing stuff in it in the morning, turning it on, leaving for work and viola! dinner when you get home.  However, since my darling pupcicle would see this as an open invitation to help herself and can reach all countertops in the house, for me, crockpots are great for throwing stuff in it at night and waking up in the morning with breakfast!  Or lunch or to put in the fridge for dinner.  Point being, I can’t leave my pupcicle & my crockpot unsupervised otherwise it will not fair well for the crockpot or my pupcicle when I got home.

But I digress.  What should I make?  Immediately, I went to searching on Pinterest, looking for a recipe that would be easy and preferably something I could make without going to the store.  Looking, looking, looking….and I FOUND IT!

Applesauce. photo 1

Applesauce, you say?  Yes, applesauce!  Having a new found love for apples and easy access to delicious orchard apples thanks to Wilklow Orchards, who sells delicious produce in the ferry terminal, I always have apples in the house.  I found this recipe by Fantastic Mom, which looked easy enough.  Since I’m not a big fan of sweetened applesauce nor one to leave well enough alone, I left out the sugar and added cloves, for a more “grown-up” taste (that’s in quotes because maybe kidlets like cloves and more intense/less sweet flavor).

So I chopped, chopped, chopped my way through a lot of apples, diligently peeling and coring. And ta-da–as promised a few hours later I had yummy applesauce.  Personally, I prefer really smooth applesauce, so at the end I put it through the potato ricer to give that extra smoothness that I love!  Nor did I wait for it to cool.  I discovered that I rather like warm applesauce…

HOWEVER…before I give you the recipe and having you drifting off to la-la-appleland, I have a contest for you (yes–YOU and YOU and YOU!!).  I name all of my appliances and gadgets, because, well, it’s what I do.  And my new crockpots need names, so I need your help!  There’s usually a reason for everything that has a name.  For example, my phone’s name is Alfred because, like Alfred Pennyworth, he does everything for me.  As you met Lucille last week, hopefully you got the I Love Lucy / Lucille Ball connection.  So, in that spirit my new little babies need names.  Winners get a prize, probably not from the crockpots because that’s rather hard to mail, but something else fun!  Ready, set…go!

Homemade Applesauce

  • 24 apples (I used empire, of course!)
  • 1/2 cup of water
  • 2 cinnamon sticks
  • 4 whole cloves

Soak cinnamon sticks and cloves in water.  Peel, core, and dice the apples.  Put EVERYTHING in the crockpot (apples, water, cinnamon sticks, and cloves).  Cook on low for 4-5 hours.  Stirring occasionally helps break up apples.  Let it cool and then refrigerate.  Just don’t forget to pull out the cinnamon sticks and cloves before you start eating!!

Okay, I added a bit of ground cinnamon to make my pic look prettier!

Okay, I added a bit of ground cinnamon to make my pic look prettier!

mmm....now I just need porkchops!

mmm….now I just need porkchops!

Happy crockpotting!  And before I forget….

THANKS Sissy & TK!!  🙂