This past weekend was the first weekend that really seemed like "fall" to me. It was so hot on Friday, then Saturday was cool and cloudy - I wore a green sweater with a hood and jeans; fall clothing makes me happy.
P and I also went on a fall family outing, complete with hayrides, pumpkins, apples, cider doughnuts (a new, and EVIL delicacy for me - note: they are "fried in grease."), geese, frogs, mud, little kids, and runny noses.
I've been pretty focused on doing some apple picking this fall and so far my plans have been foiled. I was set to pick this weekend, until I showed up at Smolak Farm, and saw some lovely bags of pre-picked apples already waiting for me. Suddenly, it seemed much more convenient to purchase my expensive apples sans manual labor, but thought, no, I must Pick Ur Own Apples.
P & I spent all of our money here.
Yesterday, I put my fall fantasy of baking my (pre)picked apples into full effect. I made a huge pot of spaghetti and meatballs and sausage (mom's recipe + dad's amount of wine added) while P and our friend M were on a man date at the movies. When they returned to the apartment, I was peeling and chopping apples -- I looked very Martha, I'm sure.