Irie’s Garlic and Feta Doggie Biscuit



Well kids, my mother over did herself today. She made me the best doggy biscuit humans can make.

Ok, so it was a little late at night when she pulled it out of the oven but we both surely enjoyed them. Even my poppa and my grandmother had a bite. I don’t know why but they started shaking hands right after that. My mother told them both to sit and stay. Atta girl.

I should probably share the recipe with you all. It is made with only organic and natural ingredients.

Here it is, directly from my mother’s kitchen.

Irie’s Garlic and Feta Biscuit

1 cup of rolled oats
1/3 cup organic butter
1 cup boiling water
3/4 cup cornmeal or a breakfast blend form Bob’s Red Mill made with whole grain brown rice, corn, sorghum and buckwheat
1 teaspoon of organic brown sugar
1 teaspoon of sea sale
1/2 cup of organic milk
1 cup of shredded cheddar cheese
1 egg beaten
3 cups of whole wheat flower
1/3 cup feta cheese
2 Tablespoons of garlic paste.

Garlic paste: take 5-6 garlic cloves, pealed, mash them in a mortar with a pestle adding about 1 teaspoon of sea salt and slowly dripping some light olive oil until it is smooth and pasty. Add the juice of 1/2 lemon and enjoy with everything. You can also achieve this consistency by mashing the garlic and salt with a large knife on a wooden board and then transfer it in a bowl and continue with the rest of the ingredients.

Heat oven at 325 degrees. Beat the egg and mix in the oats, sugar and hot water. Let them stay 5 minutes, then mix in the rest of the ingredients. Roll on a rolling board powdered with a little bit of flower and cut with cookie cutters preferably shaped like bones and hearts and place on cookie sheets on trays. Bake for about 45 minutes or until they change color slightly.



I have 2 grandmothers….

Holly Moly…I have two grandmothers.So, here’s how it works: you have a mother’s mother and a father’s mother….2 grandmothers…This is what I just learned this week.

This one is also very nice and i understand her language. Yee. She comes from a state called Iowa. I hear they have a lot of corn over there and the weather is a little bit cooler.But I still like it better here in Florida.

So anyway, it looks like I am the lucky grandson of two lovely ladies…who DO NOT appreciate my love and my kisses…

Serriously? What is going on here?

I dog cannot provide free kisses anymore?

I wonder how long she’ll stay?

What is a Grandmother?

So, it turns out that I have a grandmother…and she comes from a foreign world. She even speaks different language. I don’t understand this language. It turns out, it is Romanian. Ha…I hear a lot of “Ce zice?, Ce zice?”, whatever that means….

She seems like a nice enough lady, she looks a little bit like my mother but my mother is so much more adorable. I should probably tell her one of these days.

My grandmother does not appreciate my kisses…what in the world is that? I mean, really? I am her only grandson.

Needless to say, I am still happy to meet her, we went all the way over to the other side of Florida, in Miami, I am told, to go pick her up at the airport….well, you know I don’t really like airports, so the trip was not my favorite. But I made it and I was happy to share my home with her.

Wonder how long she’ll stay?