Pamela Harris

One October 1, 2014

Today, Ginger is one. It's hard to believe the little boogie is a whole year old. No-one knows her exact birth date, but today feels right.

She got a new bed and a new ball, a Turnup that goes haywire when it bounces. (She can destroy a tennis ball in a nanosecond and this ball is sturdier. Plus its crazy bouncing exhausts her.) For lunch she had some homemade braciole and later we'll take her to the dog run to throw her ball some more.

The braciole is her favorite present. Joe's a vegetarian, but every once in a while he cooks what he grew up with for me and the dog. He makes the braciole with meatballs and a sauce and it takes most of the day. Ginger sits on her bed in the kitchen and after about two hours of smelling meat meat meat tries to catch his eye with "Now?" Not now. "Now?" Not now. I roam in and out of the kitchen looking for some dumb excuse to be there and finally Joe puts the water on for the spaghetti. That's when I know we're close. I dive into my seat and Ginger and I stare at each other, both shaking with wait. Joe will cut a small braciole into little pieces to put over her kibble, he'll slice up a fresh Italian bread, and then we all sit down to eat. (Joe makes himself spaghetti and sauce.) We barely speak it's so good.


I had never had it as a kid either!

pamela | October 1, 2014 at 08:40 pm

WOW!!! Does that look delicious!! Since I'm basically a Survival Cook, meaning I guess I would cook if my life depended on it, it was so much fun seeing these pictures. To be honest, not only have I never eaten this dish before, I've never seen this dish before. Sheltered life. Happy Birthday Ginger. Hope you're feeling better.

Paul Murphy | October 1, 2014 at 05:33 pm

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