Made some crème de menthe bars Saturday and they were not bad. I’ve had some time to myself with Mr. S away speaking at a conference in Arizona, an event promoting the benefits of being organized. On Sunday evening, after a round of bread baking and chili making, I was out lookin’ at the moon, the big ol’ beautiful Super Moon. Mr. S called and we talked a good half hour about nothing much at all. He told me about his day and I told him about mine, something we do most days and the point isn’t much about what we share as it is that we do.
Made some pumpkin cookies Saturday and they were not bad. You may think I’m odd, but I have strong feelings about certain foods going with certain seasons, and there aren’t enough pumpkin recipes for all the days in autumn, especially this year, with all these warm November days and no snow in sight. But it’s comin’, I assure you. All my years in this life o’ mine, there’s been one heck of a winter after a longer-than-usual autumn.
Robert Frost, in the one poem I memorized in high school, says it best: