Moussaka is one of those dishes that you need ample time to prepare. I intended to serve this for Lovely Daughter's birthday in April, so I had made the ground lamb meat sauce and frozen it. We all got busy and did something else to celebrate, leaving me with the basis for today's menu halfway done already.
The aubergines (egg-plant) were sliced and salted yesterday to extract the bitter juices over night. Patted dry and lightly browned in olive oil, here they are set aside whilst I made the sauce Mornay. Bechamel is already good but borders on celestial when cream and grated parmesan are added.
My recipe includes nutmeg and a sprinkle of Cayenne pepper, as well as a couple of egg yolks.
I heard sirens and a calorie alert went out but I cannot be ashamed of the aromas wafting around our house today.
Abbey is a good student. Part of my plan to desensitize her to other dogs has been to sign up for a group dog-training class, in addition to daily visits to parks where other dogs hang out.
Our dog class "Where Sit Happens!" is a lot of fun. Everyone has been warned that "The Collie" can be reactive; apparently, so can "The Dachshund" and "The Pit-bull". It's all about keeping your dog's attention focused on you, rather than on the other dogs. We watch their body language most closely and shut them down at the first suspicion of "Stink-eye". Yesterday we began practicing Doggie Drill Team. Imagine a marching band, without the instruments; the dogs walk to heel and we weave and wheel about face in columns and rows at very close quarters. Luckily, our instructor has no problem impersonating a Drill Sergeant so we have avoided any head on collisions so far.
My other little achievement this weekend has been to tidy up and reconfigure our patio entertaining area. We have a wicker sofa that's been on the balcony off the upstairs living space. It occurred to me that we might get more use out of it if it were down on the back garden level.
I tossed the cushions over the deck railing and hoisted the couch over the edge. It's quite a drop and I was willing to risk breakage to try to get the job done on my own terms. The darn thing was heavier than I expected, especially as I had to one-hand it to reach for a missile that would scare Slinkie out of danger. You've probably all heard of the addendum to Newton's Law that states "any time you have something heavy ready to drop, your cat will sit right below and look up at you"
We've all survived the day so far, I'm happy to report. I was considering a run to the DIY dog wash but I'm not sure I have it in me.