Sometimes I fear that people think I make things up.
But I’ll tell you what happened when I took Rosie to the vet anyway.
I received a text message telling me the dear little girl was due for her annual immunisations and check-up. When I made the appointment I told them I thought she had an acute case of halitosis and so perhaps she needed an oral exam as well. So they asked me bring her in first thing in the morning and said not to give her any breakfast as she’d need an anaesthetic for the teeth clean.
Now…there is a vet across the road from me and I mean, I can spit from here to there. However, he’s absolutely horrid and after a couple of visits that left me trembling more than the dog, I now take Rosie back to the vet who has looked after her her whole life.
It’s just he’s an hour away. And while travelling that distance may seem like a waste of time…it helps that Dr Ross is very good looking. Drew did see me heading out the door all dressed up and asked, ‘Where are you going?’ and I said, ‘Nowhere; just an appointment with a very good looking vet’.
I gushed all over poor Dr Ross and left Rosie with him. At lunchtime when pretty much I’d only just arrived back home, he phoned to let me know they were going to do an ultra-sound on her heart and cut out a growth on her tummy and not to pick her up until the end of the day because she was a work in progress.
When I was driving to pick her up I received a phone call from the nurse telling me they were running behind and could I delay picking her up for another hour. By this time it was already 5pm. I said, ‘I’m actually already on my way’, and killed some time by doing some supermarket shopping.
When I arrived to pick up Rosie, Dr Ross had taken an early mark – probably to avoid all that gushing. A young and very new and extremely earnest vet then sat me down and went through what they’d done – slowly. Yes, she’d had her immunisations and her teeth had been cleaned, but then they thought that due to old age her oesophagus had gone flaccid which causes regurgitation so they examined that, and the growth on her tummy was bigger than expected so they had to cut out a lot of skin and so she has six stitches, and that when they did the ultrasound they found she has an enlarged heart and that she must be very tired and sleepy because her heart is working so hard to pump the blood. And that she has a contact allergy so her skin is up in lumps and bumps and she now needs to go on antibiotics.
Then she told me she needs to be on heart tablets for her pulmonary hypertension and that she was only giving me a two week supply because she wants me to bring her back to see if the tablets are working. And then she said, ‘If the tablets aren’t working she’ll need to go on viagra’.
I said, ‘Pardon?’
And she said, ‘Viagra. She’ll need to go on viagra’. I’m not joking.
I think she saw me looking all confused because she said, ‘Viagra was initially invented to treat people with pulmonary hypertension but then they found it has another use so it was marketed for that use so they could charge more for it’.
And that she hopes the heart tablets will work because they’re a lot cheaper than viagra. Rosie’s appointment with the vet is tomorrow morning. I’ll let you know if I come home with a box of viagra. Imagine if Drew got into them! Good thing he’s overseas.
And after all that and after I arrived home really late, Drew asked, ‘Should I ask how much that cost?’
And I said, ‘No’. Because the bill had far too many zeros and that’s just something I’m keeping between me and Rosie.
So tomorrow I’ll be at the vet but in the USA (where Drew is), it will be Thanksgiving. I’ve created a new category on my blog called, ‘Thanksgiving’ and I’m going to start a collection of recipes I think will work well, (and I mean ‘think’ because I’ve never experienced a Thanksgiving dinner). I’m starting the collection with this Blueberry Lattice Pie. I’m not at all used to making pies but I have been inspired by seeing a terrific variety of pies on the American blogs I follow. Lately Kristy from Eat Play Love has been making a lot of pies and that’s inspired this Blueberry Lattice Pie.
I wish all my American friends a very wonderful Thanksgiving.
- For the Pastry:
- 3 cups plain flour
- 2 tbs icing sugar
- pinch salt
- 250g chilled butter cut into cubes
- 2 chilled eggs
- 2 tbs iced water
- For the Pie Filling:
- 6 cups blueberries (fresh or frozen but if frozen, allow to thaw then remove the liquid)
- juice of 1 lemon
- 1 cup castor (superfine) sugar plus 1 heaped tbsp extra
- ½ cup plain flour
- ½ tsp mixed spice
- For the Pie:
- 1 egg, lightly beaten
- Place flour, sugar and salt in a food processor. Add butter and process until mixture resembles breadcrumbs. Add eggs and water and pulse until pastry starts to come together (but stop before the pastry forms a ball).
- Turn out onto a lightly floured surface and knead until pastry comes together. Wrap in clingfilm and place in the fridge for at least 1 hr.
- Pour blueberries into a large bowl and pour over lemon juice.
- Lightly grease a 24cm (9½ inch) pie tin.
- Divide pastry into two lots and roll out first lot into a large circle then when about 3mm thick, place in pie tin.
- Add sugar, flour and spice to the blueberries and stir to combine. Pour into pie shell.
- Roll out remaining pastry and cut into 1cm (1/2 inch) thick straps.
- To create lattice, place horizontal strips on pie first. Fold back alternate strips. Place vertical strip in middle of pie, fold down horizontal strips then fold back alternate horizontal strips. Repeat process until blueberries are covered in lattice.
- Brush pastry with beaten egg. Sprinkle pastry with sugar.
- Place pie on the middle shelf of a pre-heated oven at 180C (375F) for 40 minutes or until pastry is golden.