Thanksgiving goes to the dogs...

There are a lot of dogs in my life this Thanksgiving.  Four, maybe five, to be exact.  I say maybe because there could be an adoption tomorrow if things go well.

If you have a dog, you know the look you get when yummy smells and crinkly packages happen in your kitchen.  Throw bacon into that mixture and you've got a recipe for giant, sparkling eyes looking at you dejectedly, begging for a treat.  Will a boxed biscuit cut it on a holiday such as this?

I knew I wanted to try something for the furry family members this Thanksgiving, but because I am also making shaved brussel sprouts with bacon and a extra rich chocolate cake, I also knew I wanted to keep it simple.  I found a recipe that met my criteria: five ingredients I already have, fast from start to finish, and fun.

Pumpkin Scones and Extra Grandparents

When I was little, I had three sets of grandparents: my mom's parents, my dad's parents, and Grandpa Arden and Grandma Elsie.  It never struck me as strange that this older couple who had no relation to me were known as my grandparents.  They were sweet and loving, never missed our birthdays, and we never missed theirs.  They had children of their own who never saw them, and that right there is my mother's kryptonite.

"If you make some stuff with pumpkin again soon, can you make some for Gordon?  I think he'd really like that," my mom said to me the other day.  I was confused, not knowing who Gordon was, so she explained.  He is a neighbor of my grandparents that she got to know recently and is apparently just the nicest guy you could ever meet.  You need to bang on his front door like the place is on fire if you want him to answer.  He's jovial.  He carries a good, long conversation (a trait that is useful when talking with my mom).  He also has children who never see him.  With all those traits in his wheelhouse, I think we might be seeing a lot more of Gordon.

That stuff with pumpkin she wanted me to make, those are my pumpkin scones.  They're the perfect baked goodie to share with friends and neighbors, and I agree that they should be just right for an introduction to Gordon.  I have a feeling I might end up seeing him at the Thanksgiving table this week, but I whipped up a batch of scones to bring over anyway.