Well looky-loo. It’s been over a week since my last post, which is bad news. But the good news is that it hasn’t been over two weeks. And the best news is that I am happily sharing a victorious recipe with you on the heels of my scrumptious-but-ugly apple spice cake adventure.
Apple bread. It’s as simple as it sounds. As inexpensive as it sounds. And way more interesting for your taste buds than its name implies. Why, I think it calls for a rename. I vote: the-batter-tastes-like-cake-so-how-can-you-possibly-go-wrong-making-this-amazing-apple-bread. I’m also open to suggestions.
I know. She’s a beaut. I baked 6 mini loaves (which are easy to freeze or gift) and one big loaf that I gifted to my parents. (Mom, feel free to comment positively on the delectability of the bread.) The bread is somehow crunchy on the outside and soft and chewy on the inside, so don’t be deterred if you think something’s gone wrong and you overcooked the outside. You haven’t. Unless you burned it. Then you have.
You can find the recipe on food.com. And if you’re baking mini loaves – mine were perfect after 35 minutes. Yum yum!
As a “welcome to fall” adventure, I went apple picking on September 22nd.
It was raining. And then misting. Which is not appropriate for the first day of fall.
I went with my donut-hounding cronies Annie and Betsy. (They love this picture. I just know it.)
Because people really just go to apple orchards for cider donuts. And pumpkins.
The next night Clarice and I made an apple spice bundt cake. With toffee bits. And extra apples. In a fancy bundt pan.
It was all very exciting. Until it wasn’t.
“Almost made it” is starting to sum up my baking life. But. I mean. Let’s be serious. It’s a lot more about how it tastes and not how it looks, so we cut that sucker up and brought it into our very grateful coworkers. And ate a piece (or two or three) ourselves.
What are you doing to welcome in fall? Pumpkin goodies are around the corner. mmm…
I want to lie to you and tell you that I’m a really cool and crazy 27-year-old. But like I just said – that would be a lie.
I have been in bed by 10 every night for 9 straight nights. Once – Saturday – I didn’t get into bed until 10:24. But I had already been asleep on the couch since 9:55.
My idea of a win is finding the new contact lens that I just opened and immediately dropped. The fact that I found it on top of the trash doesn’t ruin the victory. Those things are monthlies. I didn’t think twice before running some saline on it and calling it clean.
Another victory is logged every time I get away without washing my hair. I went to work last week after running in the morning and still not washing my hair (I showered the bod, folks) and had one of my better hair days of September. In fairness it was cool out and I run slowly so I wasn’t very sweaty to begin.
My shower schedule directly affects my workout schedule. As Kevin said to me last weekend, “Oh I get it. A run equals a shower so you just aren’t going to run.” (I have been discovered.)
I’m waiting for my wit to be discovered. I think half the stuff I say would be good for one of those wildly popular ecards. Of course it would be anonymous but I’d log a win every time my wit was repinned.
*Note there was no reference to a Teddy in the post. That one was for you, Mom.
This is what my to do list looks like right now.
I put the important things on top of the list.
This is fast becoming a candy blog…
Do you remember back when I wrote a poem about my (lack of) green thumb? And how I said that my mom
helped me planted a bunch of plants that were impervious to nature me?
Welp. Lookie-loo. See what I have in my garden!
I’m pretty sure everyone else’s tomatoes came through in August but it looks like my tomatoes are late bloomers.
So are my morning glories (yes, I did a little squeak shriek when I saw this yesterday morning and immediately emailed my
garden savior mom).
I should really say morning glory in the singular because it’s the only one I have right now. And the nights are getting cold quickly. And I may or may not have cut back a ton of them because they were crawling into the kitchen windows… but even if that is the case and Purple Murple is the only MG for me, I’ll take it.
Naturally, now I want to get mums and pumpkins. And a new wool blazer. And black riding boots. Oh, fall.
As it turned out, yesterday was the most beautiful day in the history of the world. So after I spent 5 hours cleaning my bedroom and doing 4 loads of laundry to get rid of all of the black rot shingle dust that had infiltrated my room when I left my window open on Friday and a crew started to rip off the old shingles on the side of our apartment (yes, I waited that long to clean it – I was busy)…
I took a bike ride down Memorial Drive…
To pick up the necessities…
And put the finishing touch on my bedroom in its state of entirely-out-of-character-cleanliness.
My productivity was so overwhelming that I then took a nap.
I leave my workout gear in a pile on the floor so it’s easily accessible and will encourage me to get out there.
What really happens is that my workout gear gets a grand tour of my room while I move it to get something else.
All hope is lost now. I finally cleaned my room and just put it away.