Dogs are such funny animals; so simple, yet so complex. I have one. He’s wonderful. He’s cute, energetic, enthusiastic and smart.
No really, he’s very smart. He knows way too much. He knows that barking is a more effective method of begging for a treat than whining (we live in an apartment; I care about my neighbors). He knows if he stands in front of the couch whining someone will eventually get up and he can steal their seat (really, he does this). He comes running to the kitchen to stand riiiiiight under my feet at the sound of cleaner being sprayed (potential for crumbs to fall, of course!). He sees a suitcase and knows he must stand right.in.front.of the door or right at our feet, lest we might completely forget to bring him. He gets a medication two times per day, which is administered orally with a teaspoon of peanut butter; you better believe he will let me know if I forget.
But he’s also very quirky. When I swiffer, he runs to his bowl and stress eats (this is like clockwork to the point where I can instruct anyone who is caring for him while we are away that if he doesn’t eat, to try pretending to sweep the floor). He has an anxiety disorder, which causes him to compulsively lick…. everything and anything. When he rides in the car, he insists upon riding so that his back paws are on the back seat and the front half of his body is across the center console, where all the action is. Not so safe for him as he should have learned by now considering his ability to expect peanut butter twice a day. He always wants to smell Chapstick, until he gets too close and has a sneezing fit. My dog has an arch nemesis. There is another little JRT in our neighborhood that got a little fresh with him once (not that my dog is the friendliest in the pack or anything) and he will not forget that.
Sometimes I wonder if he doesn’t do these dopey things to throw us off the trail of his intelligence. I mean, would it really be that much of a stretch to consider whether dogs are of a superior intelligence than we think? What if they’re actually so smart that they’ve gotten together and come up with a plan to Dupe us into waiting on them hand over foot? Think about it. My dog sleeps all day. He’s fed. He’s warm. He’s played with and loved so much. What if he’s tricking us all? Are dogs, gasp, actually smarter than we are? Now THAT’S a conspiracy theory worth subscribing to.
What does this have to do with orange sorbet? You mean, you can’t tell? I bet your dog could figure that out. 😉
Creamy Tart Orange Sorbet
Adapted from Joy of Cooking
Total Time: 45 minutes
Active Time: 10 minutes
Yield: 2 2/3 c
2 c fresh orange juice, divided (make sure to strain the juice to remove any pulp BEFORE using)
3/4 c sugar
zest of 1 medium orange
1 tbsp lemon juice
Combine 1/2 c fresh orange juice, sugar, and orange zest in a small sauce pan. Heat over medium heat, just until the sugar is dissolved (2-3 minutes). Do not boil. Cover, and allow to steep for 15 minutes.
In a medium bowl, combine lemon juice and remaining orange juice. Stir in sugared juice to combine. Chill in the refrigerator until cool. Process according to your ice cream makers instructions.