Fall traditions make me the happiest. I (somewhat) scrap my healthy eating and bust out some really delicious homemade dishes. There is nothing better than homemade chili and apple crisp on an *ahem* chilly and crisp fall evening.
After pictures we went home for homemade grilled pizza, beet salad (OK maybe that’s kind of summery, but it was delicious), and homemade apple crisp (again, it’s a fave and so easy). Then we carved a pumpkin. Yes, only one. I always have this idea in my mind that the kids will love all of the food I make and everything will go smooth and we will take fun pictures and everything will be like one big pinterest board of rainbows and glitter. The kids said no to food they hadn’t tried, they tried yanking the tarp off of the table before we even started scooping pumpkin guts much less carving, and no apple crisp for them. Only vanilla ice cream. Who’s kids are these?
Disclaimer: I promise to get better at food photos. Sometimes the chaos of cooking and making sure the children aren’t trying to escape the yard or attack each other consumes me.
I’m getting a little too excited about my once a year cinnamon roll breakfast that I make on Thanksgiving morning. They are the worst kind of goodness you can imagine. I make them and sit with the kids and watch the Thanksgiving Day Parade and drink too much coffee. Stay tuned for that delicious post at a later date.