Thursday, October 29, 2009
Isn't this balloon witch incredible? This past Saturday I attended a spectacular Halloween party where they had the most impressive balloon artist. I think it is an art form all it's own. I mean look at that boiling cauldron!
I love Halloween and all it's childish fun. I like to think that the holiday should remain old fashioned with bobbing for apples, those orange and black taffy candies and ghost costumes made out of sheets. None of that gore and horror. Nope, not for me.
Halloween of-course also means candy corn and those marshmallow pumpkins. Once a year, I feel justified enjoying handfuls of these colorful bites. If you haven't treated yourself to a bag, do yourself a favor and get some. Quickly, the fun ends Saturday!
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
I wish I could be more dedicated. I would love to wake each day and write to you in this space, but somehow I am never able to do it. Oh, I will not stop trying, perhaps one day it will finally become a part of my routine. One day. Hopefully soon.
But onto other things. Like this picture that I wanted to share. It comes from the lovely place that is called Nebraska City. I insisted that Mom and I stop there when I was back home a couple weeks ago. It is a tradition that I treasure. There are a lot of traditions that I treasure. Like opening new pajamas every Christmas Eve and eating Peeps and Starburst jelly beans only on Easter Sunday. They are traditions, therefore they are not to be messed with.
So undoubtedly, we traveled to the place that Arbor Day got its start and did all the lovely autumn things I adore. This includes eating caramel apples (Mom was a pro, I need some practice), (or better yet, I will find a recipe for this treat that doesn't involve almost breaking a tooth), eating popcorn balls and of-course purchasing TWO apple pies. One for now and one to be placed in the freezer until Thanksgiving and not a moment before. Like I said, tradition.
Monday, October 5, 2009
It is getting chilly here in Nashville. I didn't want to believe it. In fact, I was pretending that the cool air wasn't seeping into my dwelling place at night and making me shiver under my covers. It seems like just yesterday I was glowing after a quick walk in the hot humidity when I took the above picture.
Even this morning I opened my door to a rush of frighteningly crisp air. But in true denial, I did not hesitate. It wasn't until I reached my truck and shut the morning air out did I stop to think that I should run back inside and grab a jacket. No, I thought to myself, it will warm up. Sadly, it did not. In fact, I was so chilled that an afternoon errand to Target warranted the purchase of a new bright white hoodie. It had to be done, but I am not happy about it.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Scrumptious, right? These are the pancakes of my dreams. The ones that I think about all week until I pull out my pretty ceramic mixing bowl and whip up a batch. I make the serving for two people, but eat it all myself. I know, I know, but I figure that the fresh blueberries somehow balance the caloric count. More dreams, I know.
I have to give credit where credit is due though. When I visited my brother up in Alaska this past summer he taught me the art of the perfect pancake. What is it you ask? An 8 inch skillet, that's what. It shapes the cakes just right and makes the whole flipping process a cinch. Try it. And a little tip from my mom that cannot be overlooked, is the addition of sugar and cinnamon. That extra sweetness is just right.
So wake yourself up a little earlier next Saturday morning, get that skillet out and start making the pancakes of your dreams.