Sunday, March 2…Piggies (The Beatles)

    Some mornings I wake up slow and easy, trying to grab hold of my dream before it totally fades andsome mornings I wake with a jolt because my brain had an idea in the night that it can’t wait to share with me. This morning was one of the latter instances.  I woke up thinking “Eyebrows…the lady gnome needs eyebrows.” Then my brain started pondering on how to go about adding this small yet defining feature to a tiny face.  And of course, the first thing I had to do after getting dressed was add eyebrows to the lady gnome.  It’s amazing how much that one little detail can change the look of a face.  

   This morning Shelby sent me this text: “Gramma, why not Violet?”  So, now the lady gnome has eyebrows and a name. J    

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   We didn’t get up in time to watch the church service live back home, so we pulled it up on Youtube.  The campground has internet, which in the past has been sort of sketchy back in our corner.  Because of that, we choose to use our mobile hotspot to get online on our computers and stream TV.  The video was a little shaky at times, but the audio was good, so I listened more than watched. 

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   Walked to Nutt Rd and back today. Kim hasn’t been wearing his compression socks because he doesn’t want to be ‘the guy who wears knee socks and shorts’ but his water intake and exercise have increased. His legs haven’t shown any sign of swelling, and he’s only complained once since we got here about them feeling like stumps; and that was after three days of pretty heavy driving. So, it’s all good and maybe, just maybe, we’ll be able to do the Shamrock 5K.

  Yikes, just checked the event online and it’s being held on Sunday, March 9th…one week from today! It’s usually on the Saturday closest to St. Patrick’s Day.  Moving it up puts a whole different spin on it for us.  Only one week to ‘train’.  I’m making no promises at this point.

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   Well, there were still bees hanging around camp this morning…they found the feeder I’d hung on the back of the tree. Not nearly the numbers that we have been seeing, though. 

   The new feeders arrived today, and I set them up immediately.  I removed the feeder that was out on the tree and replaced it with a new one.  Stayed to watch the bees come back to it and try to dive into the all-you-can buffet. They couldn’t do it; the yellow flowers had a long enough neck that their bee tongues couldn’t reach in to get the nectar but the hummers will have no problem.  I call that a win.

   I thought ‘bee guards’ were going to be some fancy add on to the feeder. Not so…the bee guards are simply flowers that cover the opening for feeding.  I’ve had feeders in the past with flowers and hadn’t realized their purpose; I just thought they were an attractant for the hummers.  The feeders I bought last year out here have tiny slits, not flowers, for the hummers to stick their tongue into. Last year bees didn’t bother them but this year it was almost an immediate problem.  Those feeders have been retired and hopefully, we’ve solved the bee problem.

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   The birds have found the water fountain. 😎 This afternoon when we were sitting outside cooling down from our walk, a couple birds used evasive measures to get a drink.  The birds out here don’t fly directly to the feeders, the fruit, or, as it turns out, the water fountain. For the feeders, they’ll land in the bushes or nearby tree branches to assess the situation before coming to it.  Hummers do the same thing although occasionally they will flit right to the feeder. It was the same situation with the fountain today.  They made tentative hops toward it, cocking their head this way and that. They jumped on the table and still did a bit of looking around before hopping onto the plate where the fountain is located.  I suppose there’s a measure of safety in doing it this way.

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   Took a ride to Marana to check for burrowing owls.  The direct route is under construction, so I took us in the roundabout way.  No owls today. 

   We stopped at a grocery store in Marana after striking out on the owls; one of my purchases at the grocery store in Marana was a package of Sweet Bread Cochitos. They were in the shape of a pig and looked like the piggy cookies I buy at the Eloy IGA, except with a shininess to them…maybe from an

egg wash.  Anyway, they may look like the piggy cookie from the Estrella Bakery in Tucson that I so enjoy, but they do not taste like them. One of my purchases at the grocery store in Marana was a package of Sweet Bread Cochitos. They were in the shape of a pig and looked like the piggy cookies I buy at the Eloy IGA, except with a shininess to them…maybe from an egg wash.  Anyway, they may look like the piggy cookie from the Estrella Bakery in Tucson that I so enjoy, but they do not taste like them.  Something off about them…the texture was wrong as well as the taste, but only slightly.  If someone hadn’t eaten as many piggy cookies as I have, they might not notice the difference…but I did. I didn’t finish the first one and I’m not sure what I’ll do with the other three.  Maybe see if Peter Cottontail and his family would like them.

   So, after comparing ingredients of the Sweet Bread Cochitos and the cookie I buy in Eloy and finding them different, I googled Sweet Bread Cochitos. Turns out there are several names for this type of cookie: marranitos, puerquitos, cochonitos, Mexican pig cookie and more.  And there are recipes galore, each one claiming to be the traditional way of making this pastry. And yes, egg wash is part of the process.

   Years ago when I first found them, no one could tell me why they were called piggy cookies, not even Google.  One girl said, “Because that’s what they are…piggy cookies.” That was no help.  However, the internet has possibly grown since then, and in one of the recipes a brief history was included: 

Why are marranitos pig-shaped?

It’s all in the name! Since marranitos means “little pigs,” it makes sense that they’d be shaped like piggies. But why did the tradition start in the first place? The history of marranitos can be traced back to the 1500s, when Spaniards first introduced pork to Mexico. Mexican cooks began to incorporate the pig shape into their baking, both in line with the tradition of shaping pan dulce as well as to symbolize the cultural influence brought by their colonizers.

Now I finally know why they’re called piggy cookies.

   And I have to wonder if the cookie made by the Estrella Bakery is a traditional cookie/sweet bread or a variation.  Whatever it is, I prefer it to the shiny, egg washed, sweet bread concoction.

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   Too cloudy for imaging tonight. All caught up on the Reacher episodes.

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