So I commence with this relatively simple recipe, between running out to the pasture to check on the baby. By late afternoon, as the financiers are chilling themselves in the fridge, I confirm that this little red calf is in serious trouble. Of course, my husband had gone into town for his weekly card game with the guys, and, Gary (our cow expert & caretaker) was nowhere to be found!
I am very tenderhearted about our livestock, despite my best efforts to be a tough cowgirl!
And, damn it all, the weather was turning cold and nasty- one of our Texas spring squalls for sure.
Let me insert here that, yes, I did get the financiers baked- as a matter of fact, they were a great diversion for me that evening and satisfied my hunger when dinner was put on the back burner.
My husband and I ended up bringing Finley into the laundry room & blanketing him to try to warm him back up and get some milk in his little belly. And, in a most heartwarming fashion- Bentley, one of my male Dachshunds, took over guardianship of this sick baby and stayed by him all night & the next day!
I wish I had a happy ending, but we lost Finley yesterday- he just simply could not gain his strength.....
Of course, this is the hard part of raising livestock, and we are reminded, that even on beautiful spring days when new life buds out & births itself, shadows and cold will sometimes steal into the pasture and bring sadness.
Oh, yes, butter!
My brown butter is speckled??
A bitty apple chunk & a dab of cinnamon on top
Little and tasty treats.