Monday, October 3, 2011

Fall Bits

This evening while I was cutting up onions for soup, and subsequently crying like a baby, Gideon got into the butter dish and spread it all over himself and the dining room carpet. He came waddling in holding a butter knife in one hand and a handful of butter in the other.

It's cold out and I don't have a jacket. (Because my basement flooded and ruined all my winter clothes that were stored in cardboard boxes.) But I refuse to buy one because I have a half made grey cape upstairs in my sewing studio. That's my project for tomorrow's naptime.

The windows in my kitchen are fogging up because it's so cold outside and so warm inside from all the baking I've been doing. I'm reminded of that James Whitcomb Riley poem and I want to write some fall-y poetry.

I made my first pumpkin pie of the season. A mini-pie in my brie dish because Silas doesn't care for pumpkin pie ( I KNOW, RIGHT!?!). I haven't eaten any yet. I think I'm going to go do that.

4 comments:

  1. So funny that Gideon got in the butter. Tommy did that just the other day! (Do you think they have some way of communicating?) Sorry to hear of all your cloths, that is so sad.

    Joy

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  2. I'm still marveling at your small pie AND the fact that Silas doesn't like pumpkin pie. (Although my personal fall favorite is minced meat and hardly anyone likes that.)

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  3. I can just see Gideon covered in butter!

    Good luck with your cape. :) :) Pictures when it's done?? I keep thinking I should buy one since I really love how they look..

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  4. It's really a sin not to like pumpkin pie. How is that possible?!

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