My Beloved and Other Animals

Beloved isn't happy. As reported, we were looking for a companion for Baron, preferably a female Dobie. Then disaster struck. The landlord's dog wandered over here, came into the house, went to eat Baron's food and Baron, being an alpha and territorial about his food, corrected him.

Many conversations later, plus many hundreds of dollars spent on an electric fence (which, incidentally, is so terrifying to Baron he now sticks within a perimeter of about two centimetres from the house), we have realised that unless we want the landlord to go to an early grave, another Doberman would probably not be the best idea.

I thought I could live with just Baron and the cats, and then along came Bogey. Bogey belongs to my friend Deborah. He's a Maltese, and I have agreed, on a couple of occasions, to dogsit him. I'm not particularly a small dog fan. My dream dog of all time is a Scottish Deerhound or perhaps a Borzoi - I have an obsession with sighthounds but recognise that I'd need more land to have one, but I have to tell you, the last time Bogey was here, my kids were away, and Bogey rather managed to steal my heart. I know he's white and fluffy and rather silly-looking, but he's an extraordinary little bundle of charisma and charm. Good with kids and other animals, even Baron wanted to play with him (Bogey wasn't interested). But mostly, he was so easy.

Now I'm obsessed. I'm driving up to Avon tomorrow to visit a Maltese Yorkie cross (I know, I know, I just wrote disparagingly about maltischnoopoos, but I couldn't help myself - this thing is SO cute) and Beloved is being rather grumpy. For some odd reason he thinks we've got more than enough on our plate with six children, three cats, one dog-the-size-of-a-donkey, and embarking on a house construction project. Me? The more on my plate the happier I am. So when I say visit, I really mean pick up. Except we haven't actually said that out loud.

Speaking of plates, made a tomato tarte tatin this weekend for a wonderful barbeque in the city. One of my made-up recipes so forgive me for not providing exact measurements. According to Epicurious, a tarte tatin is a french upside-down apple tart made by covering the bottom of a shallow baking dish with butter and sugar, then applies, then a pastry crush. While baking the sugar and butter caramalises that becomes the topping when the tart is inverted onto a serving plate. The tart was created by two French sisters who lived in the Loire Valley and earned their living making it. The full name is tarte des demoiselles Tatin, now known universally as Tarte Tatin, but in full means The tart of two unmarried women named Tatin.

This tomato tarte-tatin uses balsamic vinegar to cut the sweetness, and I get rave reviews whenever I make it. The pilot I filmed about a year ago for the cooking show - never turned into anything but loved the experience! - had exactly this recipe with tomatoes from the garden.

Tomato Tarte Tatin

Peach and Apple crumble

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