So, after a melt-down over the attempt to be an informed voter and the loss of a friend and so many other lil Life Moments I either signed up a long time ago for, or brought upon myself these past weeks –
…I thought perhaps, I might travel away on the lighter side life – or at least felt lighter, until I really set down to write about it –
Oakley, the Wonder Dog –
… doesn’t care for Green Beans – I did realize, late in the supper game, tonight, maybe I should have chopped the thin, softened/pre-cooked beans (to aide her type of digestion), up into shorter, lengths, just in case I missed something in the how-to-ing section of Green Beans information.
I turned the left-in-bowl items into small, bite-sized pieces, added some more deep  bone broth with meat tidbits/etc., for her to try to eat – with a few stray blueberries/raspberries mixed in (ya know I can’t fully weed out everything in the crockpot – so she got too many anti-oxidants today – I’m sure it will work out – – )
All while she most likely thought, “Give it a rest lady – I’m in the Golden Years of my life and by gummy, I KNOW what I want/like…why the green, beans? Â Ain’t I eating the celery? Â How much green does a body need, really?”
With the extra broth, she managed to work loose and snag all the blueberries/raspberries, as well as the tidbits of meat, but wouldn’t ya know, there sat the green beans – on second attempt –
I’m willing to let it go –
I tried not to make my kiddos eat what they didn’t like, I just studied the missed-out-nutrients by each food snub, and tried to find a way to deliver it another way – more palatable and liked – enter sprouted wheat baked goods, because the youngest is, a bakery afficiando – 🙂
(Psst…Ex-hubby and sons – I spent nearly 2 years feeding us organ meats you stoutly promised a riot/rebellion if I decided such things should be thought of as additions to monthly menu –
Yes, I felt strongly enough about what I had learned and what I observed in you and me, that  I simply did an end-run and hoped a large enough portion of ‘good-for’ you nutrients would survive the slow-deep bone broth making process – without alerting your tongue or tastebuds, or mine, to such blasphemy – 🙂  I can’t wait to join with the Universal knowledge at the end of this life, to really know, “How much good did it do and did they suspect my duplicity, when I said, “Yup, I don’t like fried liver & onions or pate(?), either…?”)
Back to Veggies….
I’m not really sure why I hacked the green beans into smaller pieces, and re-offered with some additional trimmings – I mean, c’mon, this is the dog that can weed out shredded portions of stuff she likes, from those she doesn’t and leave the pile of “no thank you’s’ in one side of an other wise, sparkling, licked clean food dish – I submit for evidence a bowl of food wiped clean of carrot shreds, with left behind pile of zucchini squash shreds –
Green might be my fave, but apparently, not hers….
She has also managed to snag half a pizza off the counter, because child-unit didn’t wolf it down before she did – and I was rather harassed and distracted and forgot not to tempt her….
(store bought, frozen version, pizza –  hurriedly cooked without thoughtful contemplation and prayer for the bounty to add to the nourishment of our bodies, nor with plea to bless the stressed hands that prepared it via ripping off the plastic, paper instructions and cardboard bottom and shoving it into a non-preheated toaster oven,  during a day from Hades,  and the meal I figured, would probably kill her over the night, but didn’t… how much myth and how much fact and how long before I can tell the difference, does it really take? )
Meanwhile, Back at the This Recent Moment In History- Ranch…
After licking the bowl clean, of the second smaller portion, sans the pile of green beans left behind, a hard look was leveled at me and my stubbornness, followed by her trotting out to the yard to give me time/space in which to contemplate my sinful (wrong-thinking) life choices –
🙂
In my defense, the second bowl was offered with, “Hey! Â I’m just trying in case the long thin lengths don’t work for you – if you don’t like it, fine, we can find other sources – just trying, okay?”
And she, in her way, indicated,
“My next to-do is learning how to use your smart phone, so I can call the authorities and report your lunacy – you need help – re-feeding me green beans AND discussing it with me as you engage in such nonsense – what were you thinking?!?”
All I can Say is….
Thank goodness the supplier I buy back-up reserves for winter doesn’t have dehydrated green beans for sale, (is there even such a thing? Or is everyone fairly worn out over them by the end of the season?)
For I did recently place a small order to supplement the (finally!) well stocked pantry – first fall I haven’t had a heart attack over fall pantry stocking, in case we see a hard winter, and no supply trucks can make it in, (seriously!  That has happened, many times/many places over the history of our country!)  and another goal set in 2011, met, this fall –Â
I Confess – green beans aren’t my fave, either, unless picked fresh from garden/farmer’s market, drenched in balsamic vinegar, sprinkled with roasted minced garlic, some slivered almonds and  a sprinkling of pink salt,  some fresh minced onion, if on hand, wrapped up in tin foil and caramelized on the grill …while I manage to overcook the steaks, because I never remember to measure how thick they are –
This take it or leave it thinking about Green Beans was born during a bumper crop year of green beans in my childhood – I got so tired of the (child’s version of…) never ending picking, snapping, preservation process and meal-time fresh veggie options, I’m certain that year deeply affected me and my take on the matter –
Word on the street is, doggies shouldn’t eat such things as garlic, onion – haven’t researched the nuts angle, just yet – but figure she won’t eat them – she hasn’t tried to eat me, right?
And it is a shame, over the whole garlic/onion thingee – supposedly, they are really good for middle-aged women heart health and immune system bolstering and I can grow both, here – if I ever get the cottage annual veggie garden in place –
I did contemplate researching how big of a risk it would be to try – just in case, she doesn’t manage to pile the garlic/onions/slivers of almonds all the way to the edge, while ingesting a better offering of palatable green bean – 🙂  Certain I  need to learn more, wait awhile before taking that adventure on –
I might mourn the destination of the journey –
So, next up on list to try, to get those nutrients/protein needs filled….
I may attempt soaked, cooked or sprouted garbanzo beans (as soon as I discover which style may work well for her species’ digestion) and perhaps, a form of doggie hummus – she likes coconut oil, so why not mash the sprouted beans and mix with coconut oil?  (Note to myself – research that idea – well, before you kill your best friend….)
Sprouts pack a lot of nutrients – they are easier to digest (at least for humans) and, I have watched her eat young blades of grass – not same family, but is that not, just a young sprout appearing in the world, that, left to it’s own devices, will become one of the ‘dreaded, NEVER serve grains” for doggies?
And I, recently discovered my boycotting of trying hummus, cuz it was a ‘trending’ food, promising all kinds of bennies – high on feeds lists, low on article submissions that showed anything other than sales copy – well – I finally tried it this summer and I like it – and garbanzo beans will be attempted here, next year, for I’m told, they might like growing here without me fussing day and night over them –
You see what a hard a life of increasing abundance, is (yes, I’m ashamed of myself…) – watching, observing and then researching to make sure what you think you are observing is REALLY what is going on – after all, lightening was mis-understood for years, along with its’ brother, thunder –
I, in me own lifetime, have been warned I would be struck down by lightening for offending the Powers that be AND that Thunder was merely a ‘Tator wagon in the sky, rolling over an old wood plank bridge – ”
Sigh –
I’ve researched for years – the topic of raw/traditional feeding your 4-legged family members is becoming increasingly trendy, so there are so many more online sources available, now, to weed through and discern what is safe to try –
It’s become rather like researching voting options….
And so, we truck on here, at Bally Bin – with the daily discussion of the Universal ruin of everything right on down to daily roommate conversations and disagreements about what might work –
And yes, I’m starting to think I do always choose to do things the hard way -just thinking about the possibility, mind you – haven’t had a lot of time for pensive pondering the past few years – and this kind of stuff takes time, does it not?
Current working theory as to why this is a possibility:Â Apparently, doing things the hard way fulfills an inner need left vacant by my disdain and avoidance of any extreme adventures/sports –
Say, like, climbing the sheer, ice frosted cliffs of some lauded mountain with nothing but some rope and an ice pick –  or running 26 miles, all at once, when no one’s life depends upon me ‘getting the message delivered’, just to prove I could do it, if ever I am called upon to do so –
In the end,
Perhaps, I should go back into silent retreat status – After all, there are only so many ways you can make fun of your own stuff before you start to wonder if perhaps, you ought to just let that stuff go and ponder it awhile longer – 🙂
Thanks for listening… 🙂
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