And then Halloween happened. We have a whole lot of candy, which strangely, my kiddo just doesn't seem to care about. She's eaten maybe 3 pieces since Halloween. Can you believe it??? I cared when I was little, I cared A LOT. And I squirreled all of my candy up to my room and sorted and organized and hoarded and ate it and ate it to my heart's content for months until all I had were my Not Favorites and then they just sat around.
I loved candy so much. I don't love it all that much now. I'd rather have cake or pie.
I'm happy, for the first time ever, that it's November. I've never ever liked November. Isn't that funny? But I'm sitting here feeling happy that November is here. Or maybe I'm just happy that Halloween is over. Sometimes with the blog, I've noticed, I get so oversaturated with a holiday or a season...by the time it's over I'm just heartily sick of it.
We had a storm the other day and lost power long enough to lose most of the contents of our fridge, which was actually fine, because the old bacon, moldy containers of mystery substance, and 9 month jar of apricot butter had overstayed their welcome. It's so clean and empty now. Our stovetop is gas, so we heated up canned chili and toasted already-made cornbread from the store on our griddle, and had ourselves a candlelight chili dinner. Julia LOVED it. Oh, toasted or fried cornbread?? DO IT. You won't be sorry.
I realized that I never got around to making and canning jam. I feel like such a bad little wanna-be pioneer girl. Julia and I did invent a tea though, and I'm going to share it with you as soon as I photograph it, because I'm telling you, it's totally delicious and we're going to make packets of the mix and send it out to relatives as Christmas gifts.
Totally addicted to 'Scandal' (I know, I'm late to the party) and my long suffering husband is watching it with me, bless him.
And that's the exciting, exciting news from around here.