This was a week filled with anxiety, frustration, and finally, thankfully, celebration. Andy and I, and much of the rest of this country, have been waiting four years for this particular celebration, and Saturday morning when we woke to the news that the Associated Press had officially called the election for Biden, I immediately climbed out of bed and popped open a bottle of sparkling wine. Not the same bottle from four years ago (bubbles don’t last that long around here) but close enough. And it turns out that celebrating Kamala Harris as our first woman of colors, first daughter of immigrants, first so many other things vice-president felt just as good as I’d expected celebrating a win for Hillary in 2016 to feel. After a year where so little has gone as anyone has expected or wanted, it felt so good, for once, to have something to celebrate.
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Like everything this year, Halloween was different. With nowhere to go and nothing to do, I’d still planned to dress up for Halloween just to participate in my office remote costume contest, but when a migraine struck midweek, leaving me feeling achy and tired for the next few days, I no longer had the energy. I’ll just have to save the idea and supplies for another year. By the weekend, I was feeling mostly back to myself, a good thing too since we’d had a mountain of mulch deposited in our driveway courtesy of a free service Andy discovered - ChipDrop. Since I first mentioned my plan to convert a large area under our two apple trees into a new flower bed through the magic of sheet mulching, Andy argued that ChipDrop and their promise of ~20 cubic yards of free woodchips would be the perfect solution, and while I initially had doubts, he of course turned out to be right. Still, it turns out that a pile of wood chips almost as tall as me takes a lot of time and energy to spread around so my mother-in-law’s offer to come help with our project on Saturday was greatly appreciated. With her help, we were able to complete most of the project in just one day. Of course, even covering an area of around 450 square foot in a roughly 6 inch deep layer of wood chips barely made a dent in Mt. Mulch, and even now, many weeks later, we have a least half left. Still, no regrets. We’ll get through the pile eventually, and it’s hard to beat free!
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With family stopping by Saturday afternoon for what could be one of our last backyard meals of the year (at least the last one that won’t require lots of blankets) I finally had the excuse I'd been waiting for to bake our homegrown apples into a pie. They did not disappoint! After realizing I don’t have a standby apple pie recipe, I went with this one, and while I didn't have tapioca flour or starch, I really didn't think the pie needed it. While I don’t see myself baking another of these pies to eat all on my own, I’m definitely looking forward to adding this recipe to my seasonal pie repertoire! In addition to the pie, we made pizza, including one topped with butternut squash, caramelized onions, goat cheese, and prosciutto - definitely a new favorite! The flurry of social activity on Saturday aside, it was a quiet autumn week, spent mostly indoors keeping cozy as the days shorten and temperatures start to drop. For the moment, I’m really enjoying the feeling of slowing down and bundling up, but I worry that I'll struggle through what is likely to be a long, lonely winter. It may be time to revisit some of my favorite Alpine Trails Book Club reads like The Nature Fix, The Little Book of Hygge, and Forest Bathing to prepare myself!
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After stockpiling delicious seasonal homegrown and foraged foods over the past weeks, this weekend was spent cooking and baking. For dinner one weeknight, I made the incredibly comforting cheddar rice from this cookbook using the last of the paste tomatoes from my garden. Another night, we had a meaty skillet pizza, using up the last of a large batch of pizza dough I’d stashed in the freezer. After watching the latest episode of The Great British Bake Off Friday, Saturday was all about baking. There's nothing quite as good as fresh baked bread, still warm from the oven, and the white bread with poolish from Flour Water Salt Yeast has become my new favorite. It’s basically baguette in a loaf form, and I've finally baked it enough that it’s begun to feel easy and familiar, something I can throw together on a lazy weekend with what feels like little effort. Between steps in the bread making process, I also made a tart, using upsome of the pounds of alpine blueberries we’ve harvested over the past weeks. It’s mostly improvised, so sadly I have no recipe to share, but then I think these berries are delicious in any form, so really no recipe is needed!
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Fall is my absolute favorite season for hiking. I know I've said it before, but right now it feels especially true. This year, it may be in part due to the fact that it took most of the summer for me to feel comfortable venturing much beyond my own backyard. As though the Cascades were conspiring to lure me back the their fir scented embrace, the condions this weekend were my absolute ideal for an early fall hike. Even the drive to meet my Alpine Trails Book Club friends at the trailhead was stunning, with low swirling clouds and vibrant fall color. I even surprised myself, managing to both hike all the full length of our roughly 6-8 mile hike (no one’s distance tracking device seemed to agree once we were back at the trailhead). Happily I also had plenty of time to pick enough of the tiny but oh-so-sweet alpine blueberries that lined the trail to fill the Nalgene bottle I brought specifically for that purpose. Those now wait in my freezer as a treat for those long winter days when I need a reminder of sunny days in the mountains.
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