Happy New Year! Welcome to the new blog.
Sorry it's been awhile. Between juggling my personal life, work, an impending cookbook deadline, and caring for Buttons, I haven't had time to blog. But I have made time to churn out and retest recipes for my upcoming cookbook. Yesterday, I created Porcini Ravioli using the new Italian Ravioli Mold that Santa brought me.
Here they are, all gussied up with marinara sauce. Making ravioli is seriously addictive.
Sunchoke salad with red peppers and black olives.
Creme Brulée. So rich!
Buttons UpdateButtons has had an extremely traumatic time transitioning from the gutter to luxe loft living. For the entire 2 weeks she was sequestered in the bathroom, she cowered in the corner. She wouldn't respond to anything: toys, treats, Feliway spray, catnip, Rescue Remedy, reiki, etc. She was just plain terrified and completely shut down. Nevertheless, Bossa Nova and Pablo were anxious to meet their new pal.
I talked to several experts about next steps. Temporarily crating Buttons and moving her to the living room seemed like the best option. My friend, Karen, kindly lent me a crate. [Rufus, her dog, was thrilled to see it go!] At first, Buttons did what she did in the bathroom: hid, or tried to.
Eventually, she worked up enough nerve to turn around and face us. We determined that her "demi-ear" is not the result of frostbite, but rather spaying. When vets fix ferals, they usually make very prominent ear ticks that are easy for human caretakers to spot.
Happily, Buttons now feels comfortable enough to eat and groom herself in front of us, as you can see here – a huge breakthrough! Pablo desperately wants to be friends. He and Buttons play footsie through the grates. They've definitely bonded. Bossa Nova, on the other hand, throws hissy fits and swats Pablo when he spends too much time with Buttons [jealous!].
I've been handling Buttons in 15-minute increments, twice a day, to get her used to me. She doesn't exactly love it yet, but yesterday as I scratched her, she rubbed her head into my hand as if to say, "A little to the left, please." To be honest, Buttons had been so miserable and terrified here, that I was inches away from re-releasing her outdoors. I just felt that she was tortured here and thought she would be happier. But now that she's starting to settle in, slowly but surely, I'm so glad I didn't.