After playing with Grandson awhile before lunch and his nap, we got to the kitchen and started going through the recipe and gathering the ingredients. Ooops. She misread on the old smudged recipe card cinnamon instead of cardamom. She didn't have cardamom. I did but it was 30 minutes away. Along with not having rose water, we decided to make this another day at my house. The sweet? Oh, it is called Gulab Jamuns. And we really didn't need all that sugar anyway, right?
Daughter's big dog, a gentle rotweiler named Turbo, who is almost seven years old, suffering from doggie arthritis and other older large dog maladies, seems to be pregnant for the first time. Turbo has been restricted to the outdoors during Grandson's awake time and apparently a neighbor's black lab decided to make Turbo his girlfriend. Well, now the question is, what to do about the location for mommy to deliver her puppies. Since Daughter would like that place to be in one side of her kitchen where she can keep a close eye on Turbo through it all, we set on figuring out just where in her kitchen she could fit. What started out being a cooking time turned into a move-the-refrigerator-over-a-few-inches time. Of course all you housewives know what you find when you move a refrigerator over, don't you? It turned into a sweep and mop up that stuff time, and then Turbo got her big comfy cushion set up where she could have a quiet, semi-secluded area to have her puppies. And she looks like it could be any day now.
Grandson's baby gate has a new temporary use now. Instead of, and in addition to, keeping baby restricted to specific areas, it now is being used overnights and when no one is home, to restrict Turbo to her kitchen labor and delivery room. Then it will keep baby out of the new puppy nursery.