I’ve had a lot of pets in my life. I’m no stranger to living
in a farm setting where even the family dog is around for only a dozen years or
so. But losing Tucker recently, my ancient beloved Pygmy, a rescue goat, has
left a big hole in my life. I didn’t realize how much I would miss him but,
every day when I fed and petted him, he would nuzzle my hand and look up at me
with a smile. No kidding, the whole bottom row of teeth were visible.
He was extra special because he was rescued from a life of
torture, which caused him to have deformed back legs and one ear missing. Most
likely no shelter in freezing weather took care of that, but no one seemed to
be able to decide what ruined his hind feet.
Nevertheless, Cricket Meadow was his final home and prior to
that, he was shuffled from 3 farm sites, that I know of. Never really
appreciated. Here, even though he was low man on the rung in the goat pen, he
was everyone’s favorite outside the fence. He was small and had fuzzy, salt and
pepper hair. He had long curly horns and looked like a little elf with turned
up shoes because his back hooves grew upward. No trimming would make them
right. He limped badly, like a little old man and, of course a one-eared head is
definitely a strange sight. He was clearly a cripple, handicapped and always
shoved out of the queue at trough time.
A couple of weeks ago, he stopped eating and began losing
weight. He would pretend to eat when he was being observed, but really, like an
anorexic, just moved the food around his dish. A few days later, I called Doc
Williams who dropped in to check on my little buddy. He took his temp and
listened to his lungs and said there was no sign of pneumonia. He gave him a
shot, an anti-inflammatory, and told me to keep an eye on him. Later, that
evening, I looked in on him and he was walking around, seemingly better.
But the next morning, when I went to do the chores, I saw
him stretched out on the floor of the shed, stiff, cold, eyes wide open. Later
that day, my dear friend, Dave, came over to help me bury him behind the tool
shed. The sight I will never forget, the most endearing thing of all, is that
Rusty, the rescue rooster, nursed back to health himself under the tender care
of the goats, was like a sentinel, standing guard over Tucker’s body until
burial. I like to think that Rusty eased his passing by keeping vigil through
the night. Friendship, a brotherhood. What lessons we can learn by just looking
on the other side of the fence.
How does this segue into food? It doesn’t…I just had to tell
the story.
ANGEL WINGS (RUSTY’S)
1 cup cold butter, cubed
1-1/2 cups flour
1/2 cup sour cream
10 tablespoons sugar, divided
1 tablespoon cinnamon, divided
In a mixing bowl, cut butter into flour until mixture is
coarse crumbs. Stir in sour cream. Turn onto a lightly floured surface and
knead 6 to 8 times until mixture holds together. Shape into 4 balls. Wrap in
plastic wrap and refrigerate for 4 hours. Unwrap one ball. Sprinkle 2
tablespoons sugar on waxed paper; coat all sides of ball with sugar. Roll into
a 12 by 5 inch rectangle between 2 sheets of waxed paper. Remove top sheet of
waxed paper. Sprinkle 3/4 teaspoon cinnamon onto dough. Lightly mark a line
with a knife down the center of the dough, making two 6 by 5 inch rectangles.
Starting with a short side, roll up jelly-roll style to the center mark; peel
waxed paper away while rolling. Repeat with the other short side. Wrap in
plastic wrap. Freeze for 30 minutes.
Place remaining sugar on waxed paper. Unwrap one roll. Cut into 1/2 inch
slices; dip each side in sugar. Place on ungreased baking sheets. Bake at 375
degrees for 12 minutes. Turn cookies and bake 5 to 8 minutes longer. Cool on
wire racks. Makes 3 dozen.
ELF SHOES
3 egg yolks
3 tablespoons sugar
3 tablespoons whipping cream
1/2 teaspoon cardamom
1 to 1-1/4 cups flour
Oil for frying
Powdered sugar
In a large bowl, beat egg yolks and sugar together. Add
cream and cardamom. Mix well. Gradually add flour until dough is firm enough to
roll. On a lightly floured surface, roll dough into a 15 inch square. Using a
knife, cut into 15 by 1-1/2 inch strips. Cut diagonally at 2-1/2 inch
intervals. In the center of each piece, cut a 1 inch slit. Pull one end of
dough through slit. In an electric skillet, heat oil to 375 degrees. Fry each
cookie, a few at a time, for 20 to 40 seconds, until golden brown on both
sides. Drain on paper towels and dust with powdered sugar. Makes 4 dozen.
FRIENDSHIP (FOR LIFE) BARS
1 cup butter
1 cup brown sugar
2 egg yolks
1 teaspoon vanilla
2 cups flour
1 package semi-sweet chocolate chips
Chopped walnuts (optional)
In a mixing bowl, cream butter and sugar. Add egg yolks and
vanilla. Mix well. Stir in flour. Pat into an ungreased jelly roll pan. Bake at
350 degrees for 15 to 20 minutes. Sprinkle chocolate chips over top of bars
immediately after removing from the oven. Spread to frost when melted. Sprinkle
chopped walnuts over top if desired.
Thank you for sharing. What a blessing special pets are in our lives. Rescued pets are so dear. These are my sentiments exactly for all of my animals. I am so sorry for your loss. Dave was a comfort to us also when we lost our beloved horse. Hugs.
ReplyDeleteCute auntie Juli! I love reading your stories!(: never got to see this little guy. Sorry to hear I won't get too. But it's okay, he's in goat heaven now. ;) love and miss you so much! Especially around the holidays! Hope to see you soon! <3
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