I’m sorry that this blog has been slightly inactive the past week or so. It’s been a rough one. I’m in the process of being tested for a few different auto-immune disorders (don’t’ worry, I’ll be fine no matter what), and on top of that, my very best friend in the entire world, my golden retriever Lambeau, has passed. I’m so saddened and distraught, and quite frankly, cooking and recipes are the furthest thing from being on my mind right now. I appreciate those of you who do take the time to check out my blog, or let me know how recipes worked for you, and don’t worry, I will be back with new recipes, but I’m taking a slight hiatus for a while, as I try to pull myself together. Once again, thanks for stopping by.
"He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.) When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me... whenever... wherever - in case I need him. And I expect I will - as I always have. He is just my dog." - Gene Hill