Remember about a month ago, when everyone under the sun was all "Ooooh, I LOVE Fall!" and busted out their boots and blazers and pumpkin-flavored everything? Myself included?
Now, people are quickly moving on to the next-favorite holiday ever. I stumbled upon the first all-Christmas radio station, the winter coats are coming out, and it's time for mistletoe and holly. I love those J-I-N-G-L-E bells. And the holiday cups have returned to Starbucks.
But wait. THANKSGIVING HASN'T EVEN HAPPENED YET. Back it up.
Anyway, all last week Ian had been alluding to an extra-special dinner he was planning for Friday night. Although he wouldn't give me any hints, I knew that the ground beef I picked up on Thursday was going to be included. Besides that, I really had no idea what to expect. I even had my mom and the girls at work speculating on what it could be.
So when I got home from work on Friday to find my man sprawled on the floor playing Call of Duty, the Mean Wife automatically thought, "uh, I thought you were making dinner". And then I stopped in my tracks, because the Brodie Abode smelled fantastic.
He said, "I think dinner's just about done". Then, he told me to go look in the oven.
He was cooking pumpkins.
My mind was officially blown.
In the pumpkins were the most magical, flavorful, delicious stew ever.
A bottle 'o Red Tire Amber Ale was the perfect accompaniment.
Is he the best, or what?
But that's not all! On Saturday, with leftover canned pumpkin in the fridge, I whipped up some pumpkin spice cream cheese that I've been eyeing on Pintrest. (Recipe here.)
We finished off a fabulous weekend with some hot cider. Oh yeah, and buying new phones.
Fall isn't over until I say it's over!
Or in four days, when Thanksgiving is over. Then it can be Christmas time.