A few additional photos from last weekend…




7 Oct
Ava has taken an interest in the bunnies in our backyard–even going so far as to leave them carrots in the grass. So far, they have yet to nibble on these treats, but the rabbits are entertaining nonetheless!

6 Oct
Bryan shared some very sad news with me this weekend—Gourmet is ending its 70 year print run. I recently fell back in love with this magazine, and I will miss it terribly.
This month’s issue brought many intriguing recipes, including red wine caramel apples, which you will see in this space soon, and the following recipe for Sweet Potato Gnocchi with Fried Sage and Shaved Chestnuts.
Gnocchi with brown butter is the single best use of potatoes I can imagine. After making it myself for the first time, though, I have come to wonder if “gnocchi” is Italian for “ridiculously time consuming.”
I started by roasting and mashing russet and sweet potatoes.

I made well in the center of the mashed potatoes, adding flour, seasonings (including nutmeg) and an egg. I kneaded everything into dough, then divided it into six sections.

I cut each section into about 25 little, half-inch segments and dusted them with flour.

I became slightly less precise as I went along…

Each little segment had to be rolled, or “flicked” down the back of the fork. That gave the gnocchi its signature shape, which is really intended to help the dumpling hold sauce.
I fried sage leaves and chestnuts next, thinking about the amazing butternut squash ravioli my friend Erik made several years ago for Thanksgiving. (Remember, Liana? It had fried sage leaves, too, and it was fabulous.)

The photo of the finished dish turned out a bit fuzzy, but the gnocchi was delicious. I can’t say that I’ll make it again, but I enjoyed the experience. It made for a lovely Sunday dinner—one we were able to share with good friends.

5 Oct
We made our first trip to the local pumpkin patch last weekend–Ava’s best friend Ginger celebrated her fifth birthday with a great little party. Ava and Ginger were thick as thieves all day, making their way through a hay bale maze, out to the pumpkin patch and on the playground.

Olivia, though, kept me company.



Olivia loved the chickens and ducks, and when she saw the cows in the distance, she went crazy, calling out, “Hi, cows; hi cows!”

As she got closer to the pen, though, she realized they were much bigger than she thought.

Her chipper greetings turned to wails of “NO MORE COWS!”

Fortunately, she was distracted by the hay pyramid—its height afforded her a bit of safety.

The weather the past two weeks has been absolutely gorgeous, and my front porch is decorated with an assortment of pumpkins. It’s the start of my favorite season, and I couldn’t be happier.
4 Oct
Mom: Ava, you need to pick up all your other toys before we get out the Play-Doh.
Ava: This the WORST thing I have ever had to do IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. I am really frustrated. REALLY FRUSTRATED.