Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Farewell, Summer...I love you!

Well, Fall found us. For some reason I can't explain, I felt a great need to rescue my flowers from tonight's frost. Sometimes you can read "kill" in place of "rescue." Odd, that. Anyway, I went around clipping the best blooms from our flower beds and they are now gracing the top of my great aunt's tea cart in these glittering jars. I love them. They make me sad and happy all at once.

We also dug up our geraniums on the advice of Harold and Cleone (our beloved elderly neighbors and general garden gurus), placed the roots in paper sacks, and stashed them (the plants, not our neighbors...no elderly abuse here!) in the basement until spring. We'll see if ever they shall bloom again. I have faith that they will.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

One Thousand Words

Ok, I swear that I'm done with the dog. But do you see what I mean about the things marriage does to you? Yes, that is a dog house. And no, I didn't put him there.

Together Again--At Last!

Well, the boys made it home safely from the farm. They found me elbow deep in icing and going to town. Since false modesty is a waste anyway, I'll just tell you: these cookies taste as good as they look.

Here's a grand picture of Hunter standing guard over the boss after a long day...

And this is a picture of Hunter's new favorite thing...hiding beneath the desk so we don't put him out for the night.

All I can say is that you people better hope we have children someday. Otherwise, you'll likely be hearing more about this dog than you ever wanted to.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

I Live on a Street Full of Truffula Trees

My boys left me home alone for a day-trip to visit family in Idaho. Kris and I had a near custody battle over the dog (How am I supposed to stay home without that redhead staring at me through the bathroom window or tossing his tennis ball against the French doors? It's lonely, I tell you!), but Kris is very persuasive. So I'm doing a deep clean, baking sugar cookies and an apple pie (pictures to follow) and writing poetry in between. Fall has worked its magic and the view through my kitchen window is of orange, purple, yellow, red and green trees. There are worse ways to spend a Saturday...

Sunday, October 18, 2009

One Roast, Two People, Four Meals

That's right, friends, this is my newest culinary trick. It sounds kind of odd, but spaced out by a couple of other meals and with all of the different ways the pork is fixed, Kris didn't even realize he was getting leftovers until after the week was over :) I like to do this menu on really busy weeks, since everything after the roast takes about 20 minutes to prepare. Did I mention cheap? If you want any recipes, let me know...
Sunday: Crock pot Pork Roast and Potatoes
Monday: Spaghetti
Tuesday: Pork and Broccoli Teriyaki Bowls
Wednesday: Crepes
Thursday: Sweet Pork Burritos
Friday: Pulled Pork BBQ Sandwiches and Corn on the Cobb

April is the Cruelest Month?

So says that one guy, but I think it's October. Who knew that fall is so busy after you buy a house? We've spent the last couple of weeks painting our trim, staining our deck, building Hunter an indestructible dog house (rimmed in wire, the better to thwart his teeth!) and planting tulips. The tulips we're pretty excited about...all 130 of them. T.S. Elliot? The British can keep him!

This week's sign that marriage makes you weirder: We had friends over for dinner last night, and we fed them funeral potatoes. Oh, and Kris woke up one night this week certain that Sam's toenails were mice and they were out to get him. Only the second part was true.

Kris and His Two Degrees

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Fruit Bears and Other Oddities

So no, we do not have any snarling, ferocious bears at our urban abode. We are the bears. Fruit bears. Our house is in an old neighborhood (an inscription in the basement informs us that the house was built from May-September, 1939 and that Joey--whoever he was--was 4'9" at the time...) and it's pretty sweet because the whole street is loaded with old fruit trees and grape vines.

Sam spent most of the summer scavenging and canning cherries, apricots, peaches and plums. Last weekend we canned 30 quarts of grape juice. We're still waiting to see if it ferments or not...

So all things taken, life's pretty good. Kris spends his days discovering new tricks in Microsoft Excel (sorry for the product placement) and Sam spends hers explaining that the curious little dot so often seen in print is a period and it goes at the ends of sentences.

Hunter, our pound puppy, chews on things he is not supposed to while patiently waiting for his people to come home. We only let him live because he has also learned to shake, roll-over and perform other useless but amusing tricks.