A Very Autumnal Weekend

Our weekend ended with this: a Chris Hanson variation on a Ruth Reichl recipe from her novel Tender at the Bone. You fill the pumpkin with bread, cheese, celery, onion, parsley, and an egg and milk filling and bake for two hours. The pumpkin meat becomes tender and voila! A romantic dinner for three.

Our weekend started, however, with sun, New York Times, and baked oatmeal.

We worked on our spiral garden of winter veggies. We have young onions, garlic, bok choy, beets, broccoli, radishes, turnips, leeks, and snap peas.

We cleared the summer tomatoes and Chris broke ground  for more winter garden. Over here we are making little raised beds that radiate from our perennial flower garden. The neighbor's shed really makes the view rustic.

The hose is laid. We will plant some fava beans that are actually descendants of Chris's grandmother's favas.

Little people like to sleep. And when they wake, they like to explore.

Moms catch them for systematic snort snuggling.

These really are all Avery's appendages in one pile.

'Adirondack' means bark eater.

"Okay, Basil, this stuff says that it will clear up your embarrassing rash..."

"Open up!"