Homemade Apple Cider (& a change of plans)

Happy first day of October!!!

Homemade Apple Cider

I feel like it’s finally fall! For reals. Because it’s cool and it’s cloudy.

Unfortunately, it was also very wet and rainy, so Seth and I weren’t able to go to a local apple orchard like we’d planned. I was so looking forward to walking Edgar through the pumpkin patch and splitting an apple cider doughnut with Seth (plus, all the Instagram photos ops? Hello! Live for them!).

Homemade Apple Cider

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Blueberry Basil Margaritas

This weekend is Labor Day.

Wait, let me rephrase that: THIS WEEKEND IS LABOR DAY?!?!

How did we get here? When did we get here?

Obviously, I know how and when we got here. I’m aware of calendars and lunar cycles and man’s construct of time, but I’m still flabbergasted as to how we got to the unofficial/official end of summer.

The last of barbecues, beaches, and burnt shoulders.

The last of the season’s blueberries and basil.

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Raspberry Lemonade Gin Fizz-ish

It’s Wednesday.

You deserve a cocktail for getting this far into the week.

Or, rather, I deserve a cocktail for starting my week.

Working an altered schedule isn’t all bad, though. It means I get to visit friends in Green Bay. It means not fighting the crowds in the grocery store. It means Seth and I can go to his farmhouse and pick raspberries to our hearts’ content.

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Daily Green Drink (& habits)

I’m very much a creature of habit.

I will watch the same shows repeatedly (The Office and Park & Rec, if you want to know). Listen to the same albums (lately, this one and this one). Read the same books (working on Harry Potter at the moment).

I also tend to eat the same things. Fried eggs for breakfast, a big ol’ salad for lunch, yogurt for snacks. I’ve been doing it for years. I’ve also been drinking this every.single.day. for about three years.

Some may call it a rut. I call it routine. Unfortunately, I’ve never been entirely sure what to call this – a smoothie? A juice? My former coworkers used to affectionately call it “bog water” – which may actually be my favorite title for it. Filled with fruits and veggies and vitamins, it gives me energy and keeps my tummy happy. See how it makes yours feel!

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Brandy Slush

Working on a Christmas gift has led me to looking at old family photo albums, mainly from my grandma’s house. It’s the craziest thing – when I look at these photos I remember the moment with all of my senses. The way the dining room chairs felt, the smell of her garage, the taste of freshly made pancakes. I remember it all so vividly.

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For instance, I have a very clear memory of childhood Christmases. Of walking down the stairs, into the basement, around the corner past the tv room and into the pantry. My grandma’s basement pantry was huge! Hidden behind a pink and white curtain, it housed jars and jars of canned vegetables (grown the previous summer), boxes of honey wafers for my aunt, and enough boxes of pasta to feed a small Italian army.

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There was also a large deep freezer on one end of the room. One of those white ones with the door that opened up like a chest, with a chasm great enough that you’d have to dive in looking for things. Free floating, balancing on your stomach, feet up in the air.

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Something that was always easy to find this time of year? A bucket of brandy slush. We had it at every family gathering around the holidays (or, quite possibly, any time of year). I remember my dad wanting another glass and me begging to got and get it. I remember the cool concrete floor under my socks, the scraping of the spoon shaving off bits of slush into his cup, struggling to fill the remaining space with soda. A big bottle always on the low shelf near the entrance of the pantry. Then making my way back upstairs, only after stealing a few sips.

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