The leaves are definitely falling, and its time to figure out a tiny costume for the little guy. We always called him a little pumpkin while he was growing, but he would honestly look adorable in anything. Also, our oven has been broken, but as soon as it is repaired, we are so excited for all the baking (like that pear crisp) and roasting!
The sun is shining, and the birds this morning were over tweeting about it. But I can see why they are happy. The clouds are on vacation, its Friday, leftover enchiladas were in the refrigerator for lunch, and there are muffins to be made. These are pumpkin blueberry muffins, with a streusel topping. Which seems like a very fall treat, but the pumpkins we got at Halloween are still perfectly intact, so who says its not pumpkin season?
The domes on these guys turned out pretty spectacular, like a little snow capped mountain range.
I ate one while the blueberries were still screaming hot from the oven, so they burned my mouth.
I’ve been saving the seeds from our Halloween pumpkins in the fridge, and we decided to roast them up the other day. Then we couldn’t stop eating them!
We half used this recipe. I am sure they would have been great in salads, or trail mix or something fancy, but we ate them all just like this. Now off to make some pumpkin bread!
This fall is the best because I got to take Jon to THE pumpkin patch! One of my very favorite places. Fall is best celebrated by stomping through a field of dirt and vines in search of the perfect pumpkin. And the smell of apples when you go into the barn is intoxicating. I would consider coming back as a fruit fly as long as I got to live in that barn.
Each year, the patch decorates pumpkins to go with a theme. This would be the coolest job. The theme was mythological creatures, and one of my favorites was Medusa, with her “snake” hair.
And there was also a chupacabra, with some flying chickens. Almost like my chupacabra.
I think pumpkins have found their way into our hearts due because they are all the same thing, but they all look different, which makes me believe they have feelings. Their own personality. Kind of like this pumpkin that I love and adore.
We picked out a couple pumpkins for my ma’s house, but we weren’t sure if a pumpkin would make it through airport security. So we’ll have to find a sincere pumpkin patch in Austin to visit. More pumpkins. Oh darn.