Hey, Tucchas Face!

My mother once mentioned to me that some people, "Just have tucchas faces." When asked to elaborate she mentioned, Angela Lansbury, "and of course, you."

Fair enough, though when she pointed out that I had legs, "Like a footballer." I got a little offended. But yeah, I have a round face that tends to puffiness. Most days I don't notice, but seeing these photos I have to admit dark lippy is just enhancing the overall pale, pasty, tucchasness of my features. Still, better a face that looks like an ass, than an ass that looks like a face. That would be weird.
But not this weird. This is where the hilarity ensues because in the US your "fanny" is your behind, but in the UK...
My, but I've gotten off topic, but while I'm there let's talk about something else weird...

...the grocery store has started selling trousers. I like a good pair of Palazzo pants as much as the next footballer-legged woman, but does it really rise to the excitement requiring two exclamation marks?

In this case, I think not. The synthetic knit was rather unpleasant as well. As for fitting sizes 4-14? Maybe, depending on your definition of, "fit" (or the size of your fanny). I didn't buy the pants (I wouldn't spend that much on clothing anyway). I can walk my footballer legs over to the Goodwill and get all the ugly trousers I want for .99 cents-$3.99
 I didn't just fall off the back of a turnip truck, you know.

"What's cooking?" you ask?

As it starts feeling more autumnal here, I've been making Danny more seasonal sandwiches. I baked a loaf of wholemeal buttermilk bread the other day, and for the fat I used 1/2 cup of sunflower seed butter. That's the bread you see here. It toasts beautifully, and with some sautéed apple slices and a bit of cream cheese, it makes a nice change from sardines on toast or toasted cheese. I haven't been to the orchard yet, but the apples in the stores have been OK this year.

The evening meals have been somewhere between the seasons. Chickpea stew over cous cous, with courgettes sautéed with fresh herbs. Sometimes, I feel like I've forgotten how to cook once the weather changes. Myself, I've been subsisting on mushroom soup, and lemon sorbet. Not together.

So it has come to the "Nan-tights and comfort shoes" point in the post, which means I had better give you the outfit particulars.

1970's Orlon twinset-Now defunct Millard Thrift World
1970's Koret of California skirt-Goodwill, Council Bluffs, IA
1970's Easy Street comfort shoes-Goodwill
Knit Handbag-90's, Sears (I think)
1950's earrings-Hand-Me-Ups
1929 floral necklace-Mum's from the 70's
Leaf pins-thrifted Goodwill and Hand-Me-Ups
Scarab bracelet Et-Cetera, in Seward for .39 cents (for reals).
Fragrance-Wind Song (I was feeling nostalgic, OK?)

 A little nod to summer...

 ...a welcome to fall.

I think these are trees in the pattern, but Danny prefers to call them mushrooms. Who am I to argue?

 

I'm afraid those tomatoes still on the vine are doomed (there's a frost in the forecast). Green tomatoes and apples make a lovely mincemeat-like pie, so perhaps that and a couple jars of green tomato chutney will finish the season out. It was a good year for such a tiny garden. I'll sow the peas and winter lettuces later this week.