The Professor and I bought 40 pounds of Georgia peaches last summer and at the time, it seemed like a lot of peaches . . . it was a lot of peaches and we wondered if we’d finish them all over the fall and winter months before this season rolled around.
A super quick and straight-to-the-point post for you today – pumpkin cheesecake! It took multiple failures and several online conversations with my friend Jenni but we finally have a pumpkin cheesecake worthy of any holiday table – or any type celebration for that matter.
It was nearly 20 years ago when I packed up my house in the Pacific Northwest and moved to the Midwest; I didn’t know anyone here other than a few young adults from my church who were attending the same college I was going to attend. August was also the first time I’d ever heard a cicada – and while I was driving through Iowa I thought to myself, ‘Those are some crazy loud power lines!’ I was such a rookie.
A few weeks ago our oven bit the dust and not that there’s ever a ‘good’ time to replace a major appliance, but this was particularly painful as we’ve planned to install a much needed fence. I polled Facebook friends to get recommendations on brands they loved and/or didn’t love – and then we went shopping. Ooof!
When The Professor and I spend an entire day in the kitchen testing recipes or doing what we call ‘batch cooking’ where we make dishes ahead, we play a game called ‘Kitchen Jenga’ – or ‘how high can we pile dishes in the drainer before one of us pulls out a single piece and everything comes tumbling down.’ And that ‘someone’ is usually me.
Sometimes you just gotta put your head down and move forward. I have danced around this post for the last two months wishing that I, that my family, wouldn’t have to face this day. But today is here and rather than spend it in bed with ivory-colored, 100 percent, 600-thread count cotton sheets pulled up over my head, I am going to celebrate Alice’s birthday with the same tenacity in which she lived her life.
Ten minutes to empty my head, empty my thoughts, pen-to-paper without stopping. No editing, no looking back – only moving forward. Wouldn’t it be great if we could live life this way? If I could live my life this way? Only moving forward, never looking back to edit, cross through, scribble out or rewrite the journey so it flows better, makes more sense, looks perfect?
Musical pairing – Rhubarb Pie by John Fogerty
I love pie. Let me back up and say I love a great pie. I love everything about a great tasting pie . . . the crust, the butter, the spices, not to mention that a pie in the oven makes the whole house smell like somebody loves you . . . and the filling . . . the glorious filling; especially fruit filling that bubbles over onto the baking sheet you’ve placed under your pie tin (you do this, right??) . . . because sometimes, just sometimes, that overflowing filling doesn’t necessarily burn but rather creates a glossy, ooey-gooeyness of pie filling goodness that you can sneak into your mouth before anyone is the wiser . . . oh my . . . yes, I do love me some pie . . .