“We love: that is why life is full of so many wonderful gifts.”
“Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.”
The last few remaining leaves are clinging to the trees, temperatures are dropping, and fall is most certainly here. What to do, oh, what to do? First off go to an Andrew Bird concert. That man is a genius…please go and have a listen. My mind is still reeling!
I wanted to test out a few recipes this weekend. I also wanted to have a little dinner party this weekend. Oh, it happened! The autumnal menu: A brown sugar and balsamic glazed pork dish, (and my trusty crockpot), baked some local squash, cooked a little quinoa, made a little applesauce and dinner was served!
Have you ever baked up squash with a nob of butter, touch of maple syrup and some salt and pepper? Umm please go do that. I know that you will have a happy palate after the first bite. Oh and see those festive brown plates? Totes from my childhood…which, in turn, evoked happy childhood memories…love.
Dessert…oh dear, dear dessert. I really wanted to make this pumpkin bourbon gingersnap ice cream…but didn’t have time. However, a pumpkin gingerbread recipe caught my eye. I wasn’t thinking when I was baking it up but there are two things I would have done differently: baked it in a bundt pan and made up a orange bourbon glaze for the top (mostly because I totally love bourbon). I made a orange glaze – but forgot to add in a little bourbon. Next time! This recipe yielded 2 loaf pans – fortunately for me I have one of these beauties stashed in the freezer whenever I may need to bring a little hostess gift or cheer someone up with a slice o’ cake. Last night this cake was served with a little pear ginger sorbet and salted caramel sauce (remember from the bourbon ice cream from this summer?).
Lately I have been thinking about our passions in life. What do you do when one of life’s passions just falls flat. Do you try to revive it or do you withdraw completely and pursue other passions? I am not sure of these answers but I sure have been mulling this around for awhile.
At this very moment there is a hot toddy being sipped, a fire is crackling in the woodstove, a lot of reflecting is happening in my mind, all while Brett Dennen is singing softly in the background.
“There ain’t no reason things are this way
It’s how they’ve always been and they intend to stay
I can’t explain why we live this way
We do it everyday…”
I have to say this seems appropriate.
Have a great week! And…check out the new “Helpline” tab on my homepage. Maybe we can help out one another this fall? Care to join in on the fun? Thanks for reading!