Another busy week around here. Lots of fall fun, including a trip to the pumpkin patch. We’ve had several house-showings, which is driving us a little crazy at this point. I think we’ve given up hope of actually selling, and just wish people would leave us alone. Why do we keep giving free tours of our home to people who will just say things like “oh, it’s so cute! We just love it! But we needed an extra bathroom.” Or first-floor bedroom, or extra square footage, or garage…it’s always something that we clearly didn’t have based on the information in our listing, but for some reason people want to come see it (and not buy it) anyway.
Today we made cookies, without boys. (Except Worth, I guess, who was kept happy with pea crisps while we baked.) The last few years I have tried several different recipes for pumpkin cookies, but to be frank they all sort of suck. I mean, the are edible, they made from butter and sugar after all. But they aren’t good like pumpkin-bread-in-cookie-form or anything. Today I thought I’d try a different route and make a recipe for applesauce cookies, but sub in pumpkin. I also added pumpkin pie spice, and substituted chocolate chips for the recommended raisins. They taste good but are too chewy, and the bottoms basically scraped right off when I severed them from the cookie sheet they were stuck to. Parchment might have helped with the release, but not the texture. I think it must be hard to develop a pumpkin cookie recipe because of all the moisture in cooked pumpkin. If anyone has one, please let me know!
In between house-showings and pumpkin patches this week I did something that makes me feel really smug and obnoxious–I ordered my Christmas cards! I know it’s early, but it was this gorgeous afternoon, the kids were playing out front, and from the basement I’d just unearthed the holiday dress I’d purchased on clearance last year for Dorothy. It has a matching dress for her doll, which is always extra special. Dorothy saw it and had herself and her dolly dressed in no time, so I popped the baby into this little fleece Santa suit left from Dorothy’s babyhood, and clicked away. I got adorable photos of both kids in their holiday get-ups, so I figured I might as well finish the task while I was on it and selected a pretty photo card online. Now bring it on, season-accelerating commercial world, I’m ready for you! Before you even change your displays from spooky to Santa, my holiday cards are done. Pow!
I am a dork, but you are reading my blog–please love me anyway.