Biscuit dough before baking.
This perennial problem should occur here in Canada sooner than in the States, because our Thanksgiving holiday is held in mid-October. The problem is: what to do with that leftover pumpkin purée?
The other day, E.g. made a batch of the most fantastic pumpkin dinner rolls, and we had a cup of tinned purée left over. Last night, I wanted to bake some dog biscuits because the expensive, holistic ones we had just bought at the pet store were rancid. So I got out my dog biscuit cookbook. My eyes immediately alit upon a pumpkin biscuit recipe. Ta-da!
Then I changed five of the ten ingredients.
I also rolled it 1/4 inch thick, instead of 1/2 inch.
And I didn’t fuss with cookie cutters.
The biscuits came out slightly soft, a cross between really thin baking-powder biscuits and “Gee, honey, your first pie crust? It’s so interesting!” But the dogs liked them fine. So here’s my version of the cookbook’s recipe.
Garlicky Pumpkin Dog Biscuits
Preheat oven to 350°F/175°C.
Stir together the dry ingredients:
- 1 1/2 cups whole wheat flour
- 2 cups all purpose flour
- 1/2 cup rolled oats
- 1/2 teaspoon powdered ginger
In separate bowl, with a fork, beat/blend together:
- 2 eggs
- 3/4 cup pumpkin purée (not pie filling, just plain ol’ pumpkin)
- 1 clove garlic, pressed (you know, squished with that hand-held thingy)
- 1/2 cup buttermilk
- 1 tablespoon olive oil
Mix the wets and dries together. As in making bread, you’ll have to work it with your hands to absorb all the flour.
Turn out onto a floured surface, and roll 1/4 inch thick. My sheet of dough nicely filled a 17″ x 11″ baking pan. Place on greased baking sheet, and score with knife to the size you want.
Bake about 20 minutes. Wait until it’s cool enough to handle, and break into pieces. Store in airtight container in fridge.
I was able to photograph only Cai, since Fergus did his Lipizzaner imitation and nearly carried off my index finger with his prize. (For two photos of Cardi puppies standing on their hind legs, go here to Shelley’s blog.)
Cai is a different soul. He trotted around the room several times, whining a bit, bickie in mouth. I had forgotten that he used to react this way to a biscuit, but back then, the entire ritual would involve Cai dropping the treat on the floor and dancing about it with his tail wagging like crazy. I suppose he was reluctant now to try out the ritual in front of Fergus, who tends to silently but matter-of-factly take everything from Cai whenever he wants.
Finally, I waved Cai upstairs with his bedtime snack. Better your crust in comfort, than fretting about your strong-as-an-ox little brother.