Unbeknown to me – there is a pumpkin shortage going on. I have been dreaming of the nutmeg-ey goodness warm pumpkin bread, pumpkin sauce, of pumpkin pie… all of it. But it’s true, while I was able to pick up some fabulous looking neck pumpkins when we were at Milky Way Farm yesterday (GREAT place by the way- perfect for kids too), I recently noticed when I was at the store the pumpkin shelves are barren… dry… zip…zilch…nada. And there is a sign noting that the Libbey Pumpkin Company would like everyone to bear with them, as there has been a pumpkin shortage – really? Why didn’t this make the news instead of the Balloon boy? We are on the cusp of the biggest pumpkin celebration of the year- Thanksgiving – and there is no canned pumpkin for when, in a pinch, you mess up your home baked, freshly pick’t pie pumpkins from your local farm? The ones you had planned on prepping months worth of golden pulpy goodness for breads, pies, sauces, and soups for? Not that I am planning on messing up my crooked squash mind you. Anyway, good luck - there is a pumpkin shortage. On another note, and maybe oddly related- there also happens to be a frozen waffle shortage. Not sure how that happens but it’s also true – hmmm….
Anyway, the Beignets turned out FABULOUS…. I used the recipe from The Merlin Menu blog. The recipe is very basic, very easy and the result is near perfection. The only kicker was that after getting everything ready, dough, hot oil et. al. I actually realized that we didn’t have any powdered sugar – ACK… so they got cinnamon sugar and 10x went on the good old shopping list so a similar situation is avoided in the future. Mucho frustrating.
I have also been on a gourd kick over the last week. The other day at the Garden Store I bought 2 dozen baby gourds, yesterday I bought another dozen. It might be a problem now. I do not usually buy gourds in the fall, but this year for some reason they have struck me as the perfect little do anything with décor item. While this is not ground breaking news to gourd lovers out there, nor is it me really as an event planner, for some reason this year things in the world of gourds “clicked”. They are easy to maintain – no watering needed (like the Mums I bought and watched slowly die a painful death at our doorstep) - easy to display – grandma’s tureen is perfect or I plan on hollowing them out (thanks for the paddle bit idea Lia) , and they look well… cute. … Martha watch out.
Here they are in my grandmother's tureen. Taylor got a new camera lens as well this week which translates to the fact that we have over 60 pictures of our gourds - so I thought I would do him the honor of using one here for him.
I think that realistically I am mentally morphing deeper into an abyss of ‘all things baby’ at this point which is not surprising given the circumstances, however is definitely an official new first hand personality development for me. Sure, I have always been drawn to the babies, children and children’s things- books, smocked dresses, little socks, blankets, red wagons, old school toys. I could go on and on. But recently I have noticed that I am finding myself just generally attracted to small things. Mini artichokes peaked my interest on Orangette the other day, this weekend’s baby gourds, the little critter racer’s from the wisteria website I have been pining over (don’t ask), I even bought teenie weenie ditalini past-ini for soup this week - I have developed a penchant for small things. I’ll admit it, and I am watching it get worse daily.
Maybe it is a compensation for the fact that I am staring down the barrel of the “you are not going to be anything close to small in the coming months” kind of gun (of course the beignets for breakfast and Taylor's delicate but belly filling homemade gnocchi for dinner yesterday certainly don’t help the situation – Taylor is convinced I will need back up warning beeps at the end of this whole baby thing) I am barely even hinting at a notorious ‘baby bump’ yet but it already seems that everything around me is getting smaller already. Maybe I am a sadist. Or it’s an undiscovered self-preservation technique.
Anyway, the Beignets turned out FABULOUS…. I used the recipe from The Merlin Menu blog. The recipe is very basic, very easy and the result is near perfection. The only kicker was that after getting everything ready, dough, hot oil et. al. I actually realized that we didn’t have any powdered sugar – ACK… so they got cinnamon sugar and 10x went on the good old shopping list so a similar situation is avoided in the future. Mucho frustrating.
I have also been on a gourd kick over the last week. The other day at the Garden Store I bought 2 dozen baby gourds, yesterday I bought another dozen. It might be a problem now. I do not usually buy gourds in the fall, but this year for some reason they have struck me as the perfect little do anything with décor item. While this is not ground breaking news to gourd lovers out there, nor is it me really as an event planner, for some reason this year things in the world of gourds “clicked”. They are easy to maintain – no watering needed (like the Mums I bought and watched slowly die a painful death at our doorstep) - easy to display – grandma’s tureen is perfect or I plan on hollowing them out (thanks for the paddle bit idea Lia) , and they look well… cute. … Martha watch out.
Here they are in my grandmother's tureen. Taylor got a new camera lens as well this week which translates to the fact that we have over 60 pictures of our gourds - so I thought I would do him the honor of using one here for him.
I think that realistically I am mentally morphing deeper into an abyss of ‘all things baby’ at this point which is not surprising given the circumstances, however is definitely an official new first hand personality development for me. Sure, I have always been drawn to the babies, children and children’s things- books, smocked dresses, little socks, blankets, red wagons, old school toys. I could go on and on. But recently I have noticed that I am finding myself just generally attracted to small things. Mini artichokes peaked my interest on Orangette the other day, this weekend’s baby gourds, the little critter racer’s from the wisteria website I have been pining over (don’t ask), I even bought teenie weenie ditalini past-ini for soup this week - I have developed a penchant for small things. I’ll admit it, and I am watching it get worse daily.
Maybe it is a compensation for the fact that I am staring down the barrel of the “you are not going to be anything close to small in the coming months” kind of gun (of course the beignets for breakfast and Taylor's delicate but belly filling homemade gnocchi for dinner yesterday certainly don’t help the situation – Taylor is convinced I will need back up warning beeps at the end of this whole baby thing) I am barely even hinting at a notorious ‘baby bump’ yet but it already seems that everything around me is getting smaller already. Maybe I am a sadist. Or it’s an undiscovered self-preservation technique.
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