Now that it’s October, I’m ready to embrace fall. It’s hard to pretend it’s summer when the leaves are turning colors and falling from the trees….
While waiting genteelly for brunch may not be my forte, I have definitely made friends with this much-beloved meal: when a brunch date presents itself, I eat my bowl of cereal as usual upon waking, and then, by the time brunch rolls around, I’m eagerly anticipating dessert….
On weekdays at breakfast-time, my daughters almost always ask for toasted bagels with cream cheese. The early morning shuffle to school and work ranks among my least favorite hours of the day, and thankfully, this toast-spread-and serve repast helps ease me into it. It provides a predictable element to the bleary-eyed chaos and minimizes the likelihood that I’ll completely lose it before 8:00 am and then feel like a crappy mom for the rest of the day. In the interest of keeping our mornings moving along smoothly, my kitchen’s always stocked with at least one bag of mini bagels from the grocery store.
On most mornings, Tessa eats half of her bagel and asks, “Can I please be done?” Last week, I told her yes, picked up the remaining half of her breakfast, and took a bite. The bland flavor and dry texture tasted decidedly uninspiring. This uninspiring bite did spark inspiration, though: I got right to work on improving the quality of the bagels busting out of our toaster….
The wind howled outside our little cottage. We could hear the fir trees creaking and crackling dangerously. Fortunately, we had plans that would get us out of the house on this first official Sunday of fall — plans that dovetailed perfectly with the suddenly blustery weather. We grabbed our bowl of rising doughnut dough and headed cautiously through the swaying trees to our car. When we reached the place where the narrow paved road usually begins, Eliza said, “If you didn’t know the road was here, you wouldn’t know to look both ways before crossing.” She was right; orange fir needles completely covered the pavement.
We headed to our friends’ house, where somehow or other, we had left our deep fryer. Maybe it’s because we have a tiny kitchen with no room for more appliances, or maybe we’re just generous people who believe our friends need fried food in their lives more than we do, or maybe, just maybe, we wanted a good excuse to have more frequent meals at their house. On this particular morning, I had offered to make doughnuts, which prompted my friend Sharalyn to invite a group of friends over for breakfast….