The honeycrisp trees were nearly empty, so we scoured the ground below for hidden gems. We got about a half a bag full, which was plenty.
After a stop in town for a walk out on the pier (it was SO beautiful out - pushing 80 in the sun), it was home to get. stuff. done. Brad tackled the shed, and Heidi helped (that is, she took advantage of all the new space).
I changed into shorts...
Yes, shorts!!! In October.
And separated and replanted and harvested the last of my summer herbs. Heidi helped me, too.
"I smell food."
After a quick break to pick up lots of poo (gross!), I headed to the kitchen for the afternoon (and evening) to do something with my bounty. First, some mood music.
Now to assess the loot...
Basil and mint become....
Skinny pesto and no, not urine samples, mint simple syrup (I froze most of the goods).
I had so much mint that I also made some mint cubes - we'll see if I can ever get them out of the muffin tins!
And because that wasn't enough time spent in the kitchen, we stayed in and I made dinner and dessert for date night in! I saw this pin last week and immediately thought of it when we saw spaghetti squash at Stover's, so I picked up a small one in preparation. After arguing with the hard-as-a-rock squash for a bit, I finally got it cut and in the oven (a five-minute nuke in the microwave did the trick). While it baked, I simmered my homemade sauce (stewed tomatoes, fresh garden tomatoes, basil, lots of dried herbs, red pepper, and onion) and prepped dessert - baked apples with butterscotch schnapps topping from Seasons Harvest in Harbert (picked this up last week with Birgit).
We even met Butterscotch at the store!
Finally it was time for dinner.... and it didn't disappoint (well, the squash could have used another five or ten minutes, but otherwise). Even Brad liked it. He says he did like it, too, didn't just tolerate it. Score for spaghetti squash! The recipe calls for ground meat in the sauce, but I added spinach instead. Yum.
Fresh out of the oven....
("OMG this weighs 10 pounds!" says Brad)
Mixing the "noodles" in.
Brad is hesitant at first but succumbs to the spaghetti squash.
I stuck dessert in the oven while we ate - post-dinner and post-shower (I was filthy from my day in the dirt and the kitchen), it was time for our boozy baked apples (also, raisins and walnuts, crumble topping of butter, oats, cinnamon, and brown sugar).
How do you like them apples?
Those apples smelled SO GOOD. Seriously. And they tasted as good as they smelled (and you really do taste the boozy kick of the schnapps). We had leftovers of this tonight and I'm contemplating dropping the last leftover bit into oatmeal for an extra indulgent breakfast one day this week.
By 8 pm, I was pooped and excited to finally sit down (to kick Brad's butt at Scrabble). I was telling Brad yesterday, while it was hard to be newly moved here and have no friends here and have no job, I do have incredibly strong and happy memories of all the time I spent in the kitchen that first fall in St. Joe. Luckily I'm no longer jobless or friendless, but I find myself spending less and less time in the kitchen - and I miss it. Saturday was just what I needed. Now maybe I can whip up some pumpkin goodies this week... ????