Tomorrow is a very special day. One of my favorite days. Tomorrow is the first of September which means...PUMPKINS! CHAI! SWEATERS! AND ALL THE SCENTED CANDLES!
Can you tell that I'm excited?
This song is playing on repeat right now.
Our office is slowly growing tighter as our "new home" collection grows bigger. Etsy is my faithful friend during this mission of turning our first house into our second home and from the looks of this monstrous pile, it's going to be a lovely one.
We are somehow a mere two weeks away from our closing date and I can barely wrap my mind around what has happened over the past month of our lives.
How darling is this storage ladder? Do I need it? I think I do...
I have been swooning over this dress all week.
I am going to need these root beer floats. Give me a double.
Little miss Sabine has pretty much destroyed her entire toy supply. Do you have any brands of toys that you love and will hold up to my piranna pup? Do they even exist? I need help. I am so tired of finding stuffed animal parts and stuffing around our home.
Happy, happy Friday!
Sincerely,
Pedantic Foodie
Tomato season has reached its peak and this bruschetta fiend cannot squeal obnoxiously enough.
I love how many varieties of tomatoes are accessible these days. I do not know if ever saw anything but a red tomato when I was younger, but now produce bins are teeming with a kaleidoscope of fruits, looking like an edible collection of autumn leaves. It’s heavenly.
The words “record-breaking” used to illicit thoughts of Rapunzel-esc hair, giant rubber band balls, and jump-roping contests, but no such awe or excitement has been present this week when the record-breaking heat is the topic of everyone’s conversation.
There are few things which resound more strongly of summer than the combination cake, cream, and berries.
Let’s make this thing that I dreamed up!
I’m not sure if it is a dessert or brunch - it’s most likely both, but it is unapologetically lazy and mildly life-changing.
There was a time in my life where my morning ritual consisted of venturing out to my swing set to blare the Enchanted soundtrack at 7am before making my way to the garden. Being the heat-intolerant 11-year-old that I was, my job was to pick our over-sized vegetable garden - a task best done before the sweltering Virginia heat set in. This meant gathering baskets of green beans, armfuls of zucchini, piles of pumpkins, and up to one hundred cucumbers each day.
Yes, one hundred cucumbers.
My mother had a very green thumb when it came to cucumbers, zucchini, and eggplant.
In all the manic that is our world right now, the simple pleasures of life have become all the more valuable to me. Pleasures of warm days, patios, tall glasses of lime-spiked ice tea, and a recklessly indulgent snack that tastes of summer bring a sense of familiarity to an altogether unfamiliar existence.