I had to take on a baking project today because 1) you know I can’t stand an empty cake plate and 2) I’ve single-handedly demolished every last Milk Dud in the house and had to have something else to move on to. Besides (and I know this is bizarre), about six months ago I decided on a freak impulse to hoard canned pumpkin (don’t ask), and now I’m doing my best to make a dent in my stash. So far I’ve made pumpkin bread, pumpkin bars, and most recently, this perfect layer cake. It’s gorgeous to look at and filled with warm, autumnal spices that will make your house smell amazing and bring a smile to everyone you serve it to. And I have no reservations in making such bold promises.
It’s the very first school night of the year at our house; maybe it is at your place, too. Some moms I know are celebrating – the happiest ones seem to be the mothers of grade school kids. My teens and t’ween are kinda low maintenance these days, so I’m bummed to have school and homework back in our lives. But some dads I know aren’t too sad — one of my guy friends said this past weekend, “Why would you be depressed about school starting again? They need to go use their brains so they don’t live off me for the rest of their lives!” That made me laugh. I s’pose that’s one way of looking at things.
It’s that time of year again. My skin is casting an orangy hue – and not ‘cause I’ve been in to the cheap self-tanning cream. Nope…if you see me ‘round town and wonder why I’ve got the pallor of a bambino who’s been dished up one too many jars of strained squash and carrot puree, you’ll know why.