Cue the Andy Williams because we got the tree up (Toby already found the pickle) and had some snow blow in. Also, my Christmas shopping is done and I haven’t started to panic about making any presents (yet). That means the whole month will be great, right?
The mountains are getting grayer and grayer and inside is looking nicer and nicer. I didn’t take a lot of photos over the weekend but I will take this opportunity to tell you about Stuffing Eggs:
- Save leftover Thanksgiving stuffing (or buy a box of stuffing mix from Trader Joes before Thanksgiving so you are sure to get your Stuffing Eggs fix).
- Heat up the stuffing in a baking dish in a 400 degree oven for about ten minutes.
- Make wells in the stuffing and break in some eggs. Cover with some cheese.
- Bake until the eggs are done to your taste.
- Carb up before your hike and announce several times to your partner, “Going out for brunch is for suckers.”
(Toby toes pic is by Doc; Stuffing Eggs concept is by Sam Sifton in his bossy and delightful book Thanksgiving.)
I took today and tomorrow off to keep a friend company post-surgery, avoid Halloween madness at work, have some sewing time, and get some fall cleaning done. (As you can tell by Doc’s note, he is very excited to help with cleaning. Toby was very excited to impede the sewing time.) So far, so good–the weather has stayed near 60 degrees and sunny for most of October. No complaints here.
Saturday was beautiful, 72 and sunny with a south wind, so I thought, “I should be outside! It’s probably my last chance to try indigo dyeing! Our hike Sunday is going to be so great!”
Turns out that south wind was carrying some of the worst fall allergies I’ve ever had–by Saturday night after two Claritins my eyes were so puffy it looked like I’d spent all day on a crying jag. So Sunday I resigned myself to doing nothing, broke out the Benadryl, and stayed inside.
Toby approved of that choice, even if I missed the fall colors. (And check out Oliver checking out the tie dye! It is a truth universally acknowledged that all cats are attracted to pieces of fabric.)
There was rain and hail* in the valley Sunday morning but then there was a break and we thought, “Now or never” and headed up to Millcreek. We hit snow going up and it was a brisk 44 degrees mid-canyon, but it was beautiful. Like a Chinese brush painting, or a Mahler song cycle.
*Since this blog is now becoming The Feral Cat Times, Oliver was in his house during the rain and it stayed much dryer (we put it on the outdoor rug to cut down splashback. Still working on a better fix, though).