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Buckwheat is made of neither buck nor wheat… discuss

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During the work week, mi papa usually has to get up around 6 or 7 o’clock in the morning in order to be at work on time. As much as I love the guy, that’s waaaaaaaay too early for me. Both mi mama and I like our beauty rest (“beauty” might be pushing it for her) so unfortunately for him, he’s most often left to his own devices when it comes to breakfast. I’ll sometimes prepare things like slow cooker oats or healthy muffins the night before so he doesn’t have to put any thought into it the next day, but sadly, I don’t always have the time to do that. Especially on those nights when I’ve just put all my time and energy into preparing a decadent dinner for mi mama and papa and all I want to do is curl up on the couch with a good chew toy and soft lap.

On the weekends, though, it’s much different. Mi papa generally sleeps much later and we tend to awake around the same time. After a quick cuddle and a little trip outside to do my morning business, I’m all set to start cooking up a delicious breakfast for him to eat and enjoy in a more relaxed and cozy setting. Most of the time he requests things like scrambled eggs and a bagel, or stove-top oats with fresh berries, but every once in a while I like to surprise him and his taste buds with something special like waffles and pancakes. This past Saturday morning, in particular, I decided to utilize a new skillet mi mama recently received as an early Easter present from her abuela, Anna, and make mi papa a tasty batch of whole grain pancakes— Blueberry Buckwheat Pancakes to be exact. P.S. Did you know buckwheat is not actually a grain? True story, it’s actually a fruit seed closely related to that of a rhubarb plant. Pretty fantastico, huh?

Mmmm, definitely worth waking up for. As if my adorable little face isn’t worth it alone.

Well mi amigos, I must be going now. I’m competing in a wrestling competition this weekend (in the 3-4 lb feather-weight category) and I need to go for my final weigh-in.

Three pounds, seven ounces…. phew!

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Rainy days and Sundays always get me down

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Well, unfortunately I think I may have spoken too soon. After pressing the publish button on Friday to post my last blog installment, the skies opened up and it’s been pouring down rain ever since. The blue skies have turned back to gray and the warm temperatures have cooled way down and I’m back wearing my knitted sweaters and furry slippers (oh yes, I have furry slippers). I guess that silly groundhog was right, and it really is going to be closer to April for it to be officially Spring-time. Some days I think I should just pack it up and move down to the Virgin Islands to be with my Tio Tony. From what I hear, days down in the islands are spent sunbathing on the beach, staring out at the clear turquoise-blue waters of the Caribbean, all the while sipping fruity concoctions with little umbrellas in hollowed out pineapples… sounds muy bueno to me. Not at all like my typical day up here in Oregon which mostly consists of shivering profusely under a pile of blankets, staring out the living room window at the howling winds and rain, all the while praying for mi papa to come home soon so I have a warmer lap to sit on and a bowl of plain old tap water to drink… with no little umbrellas, of course. Not exactly living the dream. So if you’re reading this, Tony, I’ve checked my schedule and I’m pretty much free and available to come visit you anytime in the near future… seriously, anytime. I don’t shed much and I eat very little. My poops are fairly small and I sleep a good portion of the day. I’m sort of like a furry, mute newborn, except I can cook meatloaves and bake cupcakes and lick my own eyeball with very little effort. Now if that hasn’t sold you on the idea of my coming down for a visit, well then I don’t know what else will.

Actually I may have one more thing up my sleeve in order to persuade you. I promise if you let me come visit you, I will make you this incredibly delicious breakfast bread every day of my visit. Or at least until you get so sick of it that blueberries and bananas are beginning to seep out through your pores and you beg for some homemade strawberry doughnuts instead. Or a cranberry-pecan coffee cake, perhaps. Or maybe even some apple-cinnamon muffins. Seriously, Tio Tony, whatever you want hombre. Just send me an invite and we can make this happen. In the meantime, drool a little over this lovely baked beauty.

Alright, that’s all the begging asking politely I can handle for right now. My paws are getting cold from typing and I think mi papa is home to warm me up before bedtime.

Hey, I’m down here Big Guy.

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For most of the year (364 days to be exact) my world revolves around mi papa. There are times I really think the sun rises and sets for him and there’s no greater reason for getting up in the morning than to able to spend time cuddling with him on the couch. In all honesty, I think mi papa is a God and there should be a new religion formed where people and animals sit around together and worship him on an hourly basis. Maybe someday… In the meantime, however, there is still one day of the year when I think mi mama should actually be given a little bit of attention. At least for enough time that she can blow out her thirty-one twenty-five candles on her cake and we can all tell her “Happy Birthday.”

Well, today is that day. And in her honor I would like to say “Feliz Cumpleanos Mama” and share with you the delicioso recipe I came up with for her birthday Blueberry Cake Doughnuts. Why doughnuts, you may be asking. Well because she doesn’t eat cake but goes completely loco for blueberry doughnuts. I think they bring her back to her childhood when she would be allowed to get a doughnut when shopping at the grocery store with her mama and she would always get a Blueberry Cake Doughnut. Not the regular glazed doughnut, or the chocolate sprinkled one, but the Blueberry Cake doughnut. As odd as that may be, I still wanted to make her something she would truly enjoy for dessert. And in true Mama-fashion, she only ate two bites of it and wrapped up the rest for mi papa. Apparently she thinks he is the center of our universe as well. Smart lady (hmm, never thought the day would come when I would say that).

Baked Blueberry Cake Doughnuts

1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour

1/2 cup whole wheat pastry flour

1 tsp baking powder

1/2 tsp baking soda

1/4 tsp salt

1 cup milk, any kind

1/2 cup granulated sugar

2 tbsp canola oil

2 eggs or 1/2 cup egg substitute

1 tsp vanilla extract

1/2 tsp ground cinnamon

1 cup fresh or frozen blueberries

1/2 cup powdered sugar

2 tbsp milk

Directions:

1) Pre-heat oven to 325 degrees. Spray a large doughnut pan with Pam and set aside.

2) Mix flours, baking soda, baking powder and salt in medium-size bowl. Set aside.

3) Mix milk, sugar, oil, eggs, vanilla and cinnamon in a large bowl. Add flour mixture and stir until well combined. Fold in blueberries.

4) Pour batter into doughnut cups and fill 2/3 of the way.

5) Bake 15-20 minutes or until a toothpick comes out clean when inserted.

6) Allow doughnuts to cool 5 minutes before removing the a wire rack.

7) Combine powdered sugar and milk in a shallow bowl. Dip completely cooled doughnuts into glaze and enjoy!

Thank goodness this day only occurs once a year. I don’t think I can take having to spend any more time away from mi papa.

Feliz Cumpleanos Mamacita!

Twenty-five for the sixth year in a row