My chocolate lab, Bourré (pronounced Boo-Ray), is always under foot when I’m in the kitchen cooking. Sometimes I can’t help but to grab my camera and direct it at him instead of the food…he’s just too cute to resist! Other times he just wanders into the shot all by himself. What a ham. This page is a running collection of Bourré’s finest moments spent cooking (read: drooling) at my side.
And also, his theme song, courtesy of the one and only TLC:
Man’s Best Friend
There’s a reason they say dogs are (wo-)man’s best friend–because no matter what you do, no matter the mistakes you make, and no matter how imperfect your cakes turn out, they will always love you. And they’ll love the imperfect Cracker Jack Cakes (and Cupcakes), too.
Who’s the Impostor Now
I wrote about the Impostor Syndrome in this post for Ricotta and Egg Gnocchi with Olive, Caper, and Pecorino Tomato Sauce. I thought I was the impostor while I was writing, but now I’m starting to think it was this little furry pup all along! #impostordogs
Over the Moon
Bourré is over the moon excited that C+M was named a finalist for “Best New Voice” in the Saveur Blog Awards. So excited that he even sat patiently by my side the whole time I was photographing these Salted Coconut Duck Egg Crème Brûlées!
The King of Cakes
I had a grand vision of getting a beautiful shot of this Cardamom Almond King Cake just as the icing was being poured on. But Bourré had a different vision–one that involved his face buried in my beautiful cake! He wandered right in just as I began pouring and his giant furry head ended up blocking my shot. But I like this photo better with him in it anyway. Brown dogs + cake = my two favorite things in one frame.
Bourré, the Gender Binary Buster
They say that pink is for girls and blue is for boys. But Bourré takes after his momma and tends to think that anyone, regardless of their gender identity, can appreciate a whole range of things on the masculinity-femininity spectrum. Like this Pink Rainbow Chip Cake that he loves with his whole heart.
A Southerner at Heart
If ever I doubted Bourré’s southern-ness, today was not the day. Anyone who drools like that over Maple-Brined Smoked Fried Chicken clearly has some southern roots. You make your part-Cajun momma proud, cher.
My Dog Has Expensive Tastes
Before Marrow Man and I began making our New Years Eve feast, complete with Yeasted Blini, caviar, smoked salmon, and steamed lobsters, we decided to introduce Bourré to the lobsters to see what he’d think. He watched them crawl around the front porch for a while, skeptical of the slow-moving crustaceans, before getting right up in their face and taking a big, long whiff. Fearing he would chomp down on our dinner (and perhaps lose his snout while he was at it!) we picked them up and let him sniff from up above. I think it’s safe to say, this dog’s got some fancy taste buds!
Brown Dog, Brown Butter
Once upon a time there was a brown dog named Bourré who fell in love with butter. It all began when he stole his first stick that his mom had foolishly left on the counter when she paused cooking for a quick bathroom break.
The vet advised pumping his stomach. We knew better–his stomach is made of steel and, as we suspected, he was just fine. But ever since, when Bourré gets the faintest whiff of butter, all bets are off. He will sit by my side, waiting patiently for me to drop the butter on the floor so that he can scarf it down…probably in one bite. He’s had some success with this tactic, but luckily, his plan failed the afternoon I was making the Brown Butter Carrot Cake. But that didn’t stop Bourré from following me longingly through the kitchen and staring down my butter-soaked beaters as if they were his most-prized fetching ball. Sorry, Bou. Maybe next time! 😉
Porky Dog Anxiously Awaits Dropped Food
Bourré can be a real pig in the kitchen. He sits at my feet and patiently (most of the time) waits for me to drop things on the floor. Usually it’s a crumb here or a crumb there. But this time, I think he was waiting for me to drop the entire oven of braised pork from my galettes. I’m sure he could find room in his stomach to lick up all 4 pounds of it!
Don’t Fear the Spear
Bourré was just as curious about my newfound favorite vegetable–the garlic spear–as I was when I first spotted it in the market. But, like chocolate, garlic is on the no-no list for dogs! (I gave him peanut butter to make up for it.)
“Maybe if I press my nose as close to the skillet as possible, without touching, I’ll absorb some of the flavor.”
Confused Salmon Lover
Bourré always seems so confused when I photograph the food instead of gobbling it up immediately. Like when I made this Smoked Salmon, Asparagus, and Poached Egg Sandwich.
Mardi Gras Celebrations
My little furry pup loves to stand directly under my feet when I work with dough. Inevitably, flour and other crumbs fall to the floor, peppering his face as they go. He doesn’t mind one bit. In fact, I’m pretty sure he thinks his sole purpose in life is to lick up the crumbs that I drop in the kitchen. Needless to say, he was especially attentive while I was making the King Cake. And our floors are spotless…his face, not so much 😉
Bourré was particularly intrigued by the aroma of the sunchokes. I couldn’t get him out of the kitchen the entire afternoon. He’s a little too close for comfort here, but luckily he’s a good pup and pauses just shy of making contact. Now if I had left him alone with this bowl, I suspect it might be a different story!
I tried to teach Bourré to sniff out truffles so that I could make more delicious soups. He went for the potato instead. Guess we’ll be potato foraging soon!
Lovin’ the Lavender
“Lavender doggie biscuits, just for me?!” Bourré was trying to sneak a lick, while I was trying to snap a pic. Get a grip, Bourré. What kind of bougie dog likes lavender anyway? Don’t be confused by his interest, they’re lavender shortbread cookies…not doggie treats!
Chocolate Dog, Chocolate Bars, Chocolate Everything!
Poor pup can’t eat his own namesake. How cruel! It’s okay, Bou. I’ll indulge in these bittersweet chocolate hazelnut bars on your behalf. You’re welcome.
Bourré and Bones
Oh don’t give me that look. I know you won’t eat vegetables. (It’s true. He spits them out.)
“I smell bones, Mom! It MUST be for me!” Wrong again. It’s Cabernet-Braised Short Ribs…most definitely NOT for you!
Cajun Dog Wants Spicy Food
Poor Bourré. Like any true Southerner he pines after spicy fare. (And probably also wants to know why his mom is standing on top of the table.) Sorry, pup. No Tom Kha Gai for you!