I am not sure which I like more- the actual food, or the memories made while preparing it.
Definitely the memories.
We decided to toast up some pumpkin seeds the other day as a snack.
The first kind we made was sweet and spicy from this recipe here. We left out the extra sugar at the end, and just sprinkled them with a little salt, and scout’s honor, they tasted just like kettle corn. It was like pumpkin seed crack.
The second kind was just the classic: little oil, salt, and pepper. Simple goodness.
Naked seeds get some sugar or salt clothes.
Thanksgiving means more pumpkins, and that means more pumpkin seeds that will need to be eaten. Oh darn.
One of my most favorite movies ever is Newsies. I would watch it over and over again when I was younger, and I would probably do the same as an adult. I don’t know why I have never thought to be a Newsie for Halloween before. It seems like an obvious choice. Probably the hat was holding me back.
Here is a video of me attempting to throw newspapers in the air, a la a dance number. It is for my ma.
(Disclaimer: This is the first video I have ever attempted to make that isn’t photos, and I got really frustrated with it, so please forgive the extreme blurriness and overall poor quality.)
Also on Halloween, I made a pumpkin pie. With a real crust. Not the store bought kind.
Here is what newsie Chelsea thinks of pumpkin pie:
The pumpkins are carved, so all we need now is the pumpkin pie! (and some candy of course.) We went with a bat theme this year: bat trio and a cat bat.
My ma got me this little pumpkin pattern. I haven’t followed an actual pattern in a while. Patterns are such a science and art. I think the little pumpkin turned out really cute, and fits right in with the little gourd and candy arrangements. It is nice to come home to his smiling face.
We love the pumpkin garden outside of Whole Foods. So many different kinds of pumpkins to conquer. (Real pumpkin king here.)
We had a little get together, and my gift for the table were these pumpkin donuts with pecans (recipe here). I am beginning to think that people only invite me for the treats.
This is the best pumpkin patch in the world. Rasmussen Farms in Hood River, Oregon. It’s a real pumpkin patch. Where you have to walk yourself out into the field of pumpkins and pick one for yourself. When you find the perfect one, you check it over, clean the dirt off with spit, and then rip it off the vine. Its pure fall and happiness.
If I had my way, I would get married in the middle of the pumpkin patch. It has breathtaking scenery, and smells like fresh apples. Everyone would wear boots, and the bridesmaids would wear braids in their hair.