Today was a Cream of Wheat morning. With milk. And strawberries.
Compared to other cities, towns, homes, whatever, I shouldn’t complain about the weather this time of year…….but then I do anyway. The chill creeps in at night and sticks with me most of the morning. I try to push it off with things like steamy cooked cereals, hot showers and stripy knee-high socks that leave indents in my skin by the end of the day.
In terms of Blue Bungalow life, this is the time of year where our power bill drops down to a decent charge but then our gas bill begins its climb up.
In terms of Motherhood, this is the time of year where I want to keep my children home, wrapped up in blankets and read books together, or just break out the Christmas movies.
There is something deceptive about the seasons in the desert. The leaves finally start to change about now. I’ve been waiting for it to happen for a month now. I do that every year. I hold my arms out, ready to hug Autumn and then the weather goes from blazing hot to………perfect. 75 degree weather and and finally think “I love it here”. My mind temporarily forgets the traditional idea of Autumn for a while. But, then, I’m caught off guard. The cold finally hits. And though this metaphoric assault is so much softer here than in most parts of the country, it still gets to me. I’ve been tricked, pulled into dream land with this easy weather and then it gets taken away. Like that.
I resent this teasing season.
And so do my toes.
Now that I’ve been a big baby, tell me:
What did you have breakfast?
How is your day going?
Are you as cold as I feel right now?
El Jefe took some pictures of my sister’s family over the weekend (actually a lot happened this weekend but I’m too lazy to write about it so I figure I’d show some pictures so that I could feel like I’m actually contributing to this here blog….but I digress)
There were a lot of nice ones, but here are just a few of my favorites:
Those last two make me want to go run in the sunshine.
Have a Happy Wednesday.
It’s Fall now, which means pumpkins, apples, pears, and all sorts of spices that make you want to wrap up in a blanket sipping a warm drink as you watch the season change outside your frosted window.
Ok, actually that doesn’t really happen here in Las Vegas. But it’s raining in the desert which means having something close to what I described above. It also means needing some dee-lish comfort food. This is one of my favorite recipes. After I got it from my sister, Amy, a couple of years ago, I made it practically every other Sunday night.
Last night I demoed them for the ladies at church. They were a hit! Enjoy it!
Yummy Pumpkin Waffles:
2 cups whole wheat flour
1/4 cup sugar
1 Tbs cornstarch
2 tsp baking powder
2 tsp ground cinnamon
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 tsp ground ginger
1/4 tsp ground nutmeg
2 large eggs, separated
1 3/4 cups milk (I use reconstituted powdered milk and it works great)
1/2 cup canned 100% pure pumpkin
2 Tbs butter, melted
3/4 cup chopped nuts (optional)
In a large bowl, combine flour, sugar, cornstarch, baking powder, cinnamon, salt, ginger and nutmeg. In a medium bowl, combine egg yolks, milk and pumpkin; mix well. Add to flour mixture. Stir in butter. In a small mixer bowl with an electric mixer, beat egg whites until soft peaks form. Gently fold into pumpkin mixture.
Preheat waffle iron according to manufacturer’s directions. Depending on size of waffle iron, pour 1/2 cup to 1 1/2 cups batter onto hot iron. Generously sprinkle with nuts (or maybe chocolate chips?). Bake in iron according to manufacturer’s directions.
Serve with Pumpkin Maple Sauce. Makes 6 to 8 waffles.
Pumpkin Maple Sauce: In a small saucepan, heat 1/14 cups canned pumpkin, 1 cup maple syrup and 1/4 tsp ground cinnamon until warm.
I also like to sometimes top it with whipped cream and then it’s like pumpkin pie…… but in a WAFFLE! If you’re a breakfast girl like me, it doesn’t get any better.
If sharing food equals love, then just know that my sharing this with you means that I have a huge crush on you.
The breezes taste
Of apple peel.
The air is full
Of smells to feel–
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
New books and blackboard
Chalk in class.
The bee, his hive
While Mother cuts
Like plates washed clean
With suds, the days
Are polished with
A morning haze.
The funny thing is, this does NOT describe September in Las Vegas. In Las Vegas, September is one sigh of relief from the blazes of August. While most of the country gets to embrace Autumn full force, we in the Southwest get to roll down our car windows, finally emerge from our houses without puddling up into hot liquid, and start playing on the playground again without blistering burns. My children say “Wow, it’s nice and cold outside, Mom!” as we rush out to school in 75 degree weather. My son tells me he loves Las Vegas while I remember just one month ago how he would ask me on a daily basis “Why do we live in the desert?!” “Why can’t we live in Idaho?!” His memory is shortening with the days and he can ride his bike in 80 degree comfort.
I feel bits and pieces of this poem but it will not be complete until October or November. I love Autumn. I may say it is my favorite season but I say that with the coming of every season. It’s a lot like when I was a child and my brother would heartily announce at the end of each meal “Mom, that’s the best meal I ever had!” He savored. He loved. And so, I will do the same for the season, for Fall. I will go out to Gilcrease Orchard and buy fresh Apple Cider and perhaps pick my own squash. I will wander the gardens of the Springs Preserve and take my children to be Haunted. I will go on bike rides. I will hike Mt. Charleston and Red Rock. And I will start it all tonight by making some Apple Pie!