One of my favorite things about the holiday’s is taking part in traditions. I don’t think I’ve carved a pumpkin since high school. I wasn’t able to carve one last year due to a ton of traveling in October/November, so it was very high on my list to do this year now that I have a job that keeps me local.
Since the Royals made the World Series playoffs, my pumpkin carving date with the Firefighter turned into a watch the Royals and carve our pumpkins date. For not having carved a pumpkin in close to 10 years (a mind blowing statement right there), I think I did a pretty damn good job.
And yes, I’m pretty sure the wine helped with my carving abilities :).
Sunday’s are slowly turning into my favorite day of the week. They used to be reserved for homework while I was in grad school, but now it’s about messy buns, getting stuff done – or not getting stuff done – whatever I feel like.
Today I’ve been letting my feet recover after wearing a pair of insane heels at the 80’s Halloween party I went to last night, binge watching 13 Nights of Halloween on ABC Family (zero shame), buying a couple of Christmas gifts, doing some things around the apartment and mentally preparing for the upcoming week.
Now that I’m back working a full time job in an office, I’m finding that by the time I get home I usually don’t want to think about cooking dinner. I’ve already been in the habit of menu prepping each week , but recently I started meal prepping dinners on Sunday’s. Unlike *super serious* meal preppers, I usually only prepare a couple of dinners in advance.
Since the weather here has gotten chillier and is projected to stay that way for the time being, meals this week are on the warm and comforting side. Today I prepped a ridiculously easy and delicious beef stew in my crock pot and an amazing Apple Cheddar Brie Pumpkin Beer soup. It literally tastes like all things fall, served up in a bowl.
Now it’s time to pop in Jurassic World and relax the rest of the night away.
Like with most people who are in relationships with people who work non-traditional schedules, the Firefighter and I haven’t seen much of each other the last week or so. Last weekend in particular I did not get to see him much between his regular shifts and overtime. With the few hours we had together, I wanted to do something relaxing, but fun.
For most people ‘Fall’ seems synonymous with ‘pumpkin’. Pumpkin seeds. Pumpkin bread. Pumpkin muffins. Pumpkin pie. And of course there is the (in)famous Pumpkin Spice Latte.
Not for me, though. During the Fall, I am all about the apple.
Last weekend I went to an apple orchard with the Firefighter, one of our good friends and her chunky monkey of a toddler aged son. The cold snap in the air last weekend made it feel like the perfect fall morning: cool enough to need long sleeves and a light jacket but warm enough in the sun not to be too cold. Perfect.
While we were at the cider mill, I immediately got some of the ever-so-addicting cinnamon donuts and apple cider slushes (why places in the Midwest during the fall don’t offer WARM apple cider is beyond me, but I’m rolling with it).
And of course while I was there, I picked up some apple cider and apple butter so that I can continue to enjoy the apple deliciousness at home.