Caitie and Sean went back to school last week. It was wonderful to have everyone under one roof, if only for a month.
Boy, do I miss them when they aren't here.
It was nice that they were able to spend significant time with Clyde while he is still a puppy. I mean, it would be almost cruel for us to have a new puppy if they didn't get a chance to enjoy his puppyhood. Is that even a word? Puppyness. Puppydom. Hmmm. I think you know the point I'm trying to make.
His puppy-ish-ness is fading fast. He's 40 pounds and TODAY he finally decided he can walk down stairs by himself.
Yes, that's right, I've been carrying him. Downstairs every morning. I consider myself quite strong and capable, but as I'm approaching the end of my fifth decade I'd be lying if I said my bones aren't a little creaky when I wake up in the morning.
One of the few good things I can say about the freezing temperatures today is that I am certain that all of my neighbors had their windows closed because of the cold, so they couldn't hear me enthusiastically praising him as he ran down the steps of our deck each time I took him out today. "Yay! Look at you! Good boy, going down the stairs all by yourself! Way to go!" Of course, if they happened to be looking out of their windows, they might have been wondering why I was clapping and raising my arms in triumph.
Anyhow......I got the inspiration for today's recipe as I was making a batch of Snow-Capped Molasses Cookies last week. As I was pouring the molasses I was thinking to myself that it would make a nice marinade. So I decided to give it a try, and it's a keeper!
