This cranberry orange walnut bread is a healthy way to curb a sweet tooth. Made with whole wheat flour, oats and applesauce, you won’t feel bad indulging.
While we’re off exploring the Emerald Isle, this girl will be heading to her favorite place on earth.
My parent’s house.
3 other dogs, a fenced in 1 acre yard, extra treats, wet food added to her dry food, and a plethora of comfy dog beds to choose from. What’s not to love?
I don’t think my parents however are nearly as excited for Ginger’s arrival as she is. She can be a little special. At home she’s an angel. Sleeps all day, plays with us when prompted, and aside from her occasional moments of remembering she’s a bird dog and needing to “cover her scent” with any and all decaying matter outside, she’s really well-behaved. At my parents house though, I think she goes into total freak-out, over stimulated mode. If she could talk I’m pretty sure it would go something like this:
“Omg, omg, omg. Dogs. Other dogs. 3 of them! Must play. Now! Come on guys, let’s play. If I bite your neck and paw at you this means I’m PLAYING! Come on!!!”
She goes a little nuts. So for the first hour she’s usually quarantined outside to let some of this energy out. Then there’s the whole night-time issue of not sleeping. Again, at home she sleeps through the night no problem. 8 or 9 hours and wakes up when we do. At my parents house surrounded by 3 other dogs, it’s a different story. If they so much as stretch in the middle of the night she’s up, at their bed, and poised to play in about 1 second flat. As you can imagine that gets old real quick at 2am. And lastly, there’s the whole part about her needing to be let outside alone. Ginger tore one of her ACL’s when she was 1. We’re pretty sure she did it by chasing my parent’s greyhounds around the yard. Suffice it to say they’re a little faster than her. You know, with that whole racing thing and all. Since that lovely vet bill we don’t take our chances anymore. There will be 4 dogs in their house this next week and none of them can be let outside together. That turns “going outside” into almost a 45 minute ordeal.
So instead of dealing with the fact that my suitcase was still empty and nothing on my “to-do” list was crossed off, yesterday I decided to bake. A peace-offering of sorts. You can call it Cranberry Orange Walnut Bread, I will be calling it “Thank you for watching my insane dog and I hope you’ll do it again next time bread.”
This came out so good. I wish you could all taste it through the screen kind of good. Just sweet enough from the turbinado sugar but also, a nice tartness from the cranberries. And the orange. Is there a better combination than cranberries and orange? Well pb and chocolate maybe, but for today I’m sticking with cranberries and orange. I’m actually quite proud of this because while I have no problem winging it in the world of cooking, baking has kind of always scared me. I’ve followed enough recipes to know the basic ratios though so I finally threw caution to the wind yesterday and just went for it. You should too. It’s delicious.
Had to taste one slice. To make sure it was good enough for mom & dad of course.