It is indeed October, and there's wind. I live in Nebraska, there's always a roaring wind. We're still a few weeks away from "Frosty fingers punishing my hair" though.
Here's something I saw...
No pity here, at least not aloud .
Silly poses, of course. You don't wear a suede fringed skirt to stand all stiff like a statue. No, a skirt like this demands movement.
I've been trying to keep the grocery bill down amid soaring inflation which has been challenging. When I came across tins of whole, small artichoke hearts being discontinued, I pounced. There's still two years left on the use by date, and these are really a luxury at a buck a tin. I bought fourteen. I have plenty of pantry space to store tins, so it would have been silly to pass it up.
I've already put some to use in a rich tomato sauce made with overripe tomatoes (on the discounted produce shelf at the grocer), capers, hot peppers, and garlic. I didn't have anchovies to make a putanesca, but I did have fish sauce-so I used it. I'm used to improvising when I cook, and with prices as they are I don't see that changing soon.
Speaking of improvising, I made an almond meal, sugar-free cake for Mr. ETB. At the Jewish High Holidays it is traditional to eat honey cake (for a sweet year). There's no way he could eat honey with diabetes, so I baked what is essentially an almond spice cake that he could put a bit of agave syrup on a slice. Is it exactly the same? Of course not. But skipping the honey and white flour does create a perfectly good cake that doesn't leave anyone feeling excluded, and won't spike blood glucose. I made a regular honey cake for Dan, but he gave this one a try as well. I did a similar thing with the challahs. One is baked with Einkorn wheat (lower glycemic value, higher protein content) and one was regular strong flour. Each recipe made two loaves, so I froze some for the next holiday. I'm always happy to save time.
Traditional potato kugel was given a makeover as well using frozen spinach, bell peppers, grated courgettes, dried onions, carrots, eggs, and a tiny bit of rye breadcrumbs to hold it together. It baked and sliced perfectly. We haven't had many potatoes since the diabetes diagnosis, or white rice for that matter. This was nice, if different. It certainly added colour to a plate of slow roasted meat. I made two, freezing an unbaked one for next time.
The front yard continues to bring me enjoyment. I'll bring the mums inside to over-winter when it gets cold. I will try leaving the one I planted in the ground heavily mulched, but I don't have much hope. Nebraska winters, even mild ones can be too much for mums.
I treasure Dan's paper plate skeleton made years ago.
Mystery weed growing in the garden. I'm not an expert on broadleaf weeds (I'm more of a spurge woman, myself) but if you know it, please tell me what it is. It hasn't seeded or tried to spread all summer so I just sort of left it. The ants seem to like it. UPDATE: someone on Tumblr said it is Curly Dock. I guess I really ought to get it out if that's correct. Dock is terribly invasive once established. People eat it, but from the description it sounds like a similar flavour profile to sorrel which I eventually got rid of. I like sour/lemon greens, but I'm afraid I'm alone on that.
No idea where it blew in from as it is a weed more common to rural areas.
We had 100 degrees F. three days ago, then a day that was 50 degrees F. This time of year is unpredictable, but this has been extreme.
The lavender is from last Christmas. It began life as a mini topiary shaped like a Christmas tree. It is now 10X larger and happily growing in a protected spot. I will bring it in again this year. Our climate isn't good for lavender as a perennial.
Saturday before last we were up early to attend the health department vaccine clinic. This will be my fifth covid jab (I'm immune suppressed so I had an extra one back in March). All went well, and compared to the flu jab last week, this was easy on the reactions. I was a bit tired and sore Sunday, but otherwise fine. A giant THANK YOU to our public health employees who have to face such awful hostility, threats, and violence just to do their generally underappreciated jobs. The local health department is responsible for restaurant inspections too-but these idiots clamouring to get rid of the department should think about that when they go out for dinner. But they won't, because they don't think.
Very old sweater clip. I can't remember where I bought it.
Had the perfect velvet handbag. The dress has a sort of brushed flannel feel to it.
This poor bag is falling apart. I thrifted it about ten years ago, so I suppose I got my money out of it. It is vinyl, so hardly worth trying to replace the handles.