Roasted Pumpkin Seeds

Our beautiful, beautiful Sunday afternoon

The husband doesn't carve pumpkins. He has absolutely no interest in hollowing out a pumpkin, making it look fancy and putting a candle inside of it so all of our neighbors can enjoy it while we sit inside. Nope. It isn't his thing. 

But he likes it when I roast pumpkin seeds, which is exactly why he bought me two pumpkins last weekend. Yes, that good man bought me two.

Chicken Egg Drop Soup

Chicken Egg Drop Soup tastes better than it looks.

Every day this week I swore the weatherman said the sun was going to shine. And Monday through Thursday we lived with gray skies and rain around here. That's right: Soup weather was upon us.

And I had a serious craving for French onion soup. I knew we had mushrooms and onions in the fridge, so I got myself quite excited one afternoon this week thinking about a big bowl of French onion soup. All I wanted to do was sit down at our kitchen table with one of our speckled soup bowls filled to the brim with hot soup, a nice layer of gooey cheese browned under the broiler coating the top.

But guess who was out of beef stock?

Not-Yo-Momma's Apple Bread (Or Is It?)

Husband, via text, Friday at 4 pm: Want to make a coffee cake tonight for me to bring to work?
Wife: U know it
Husband: Yup. Best wife ever

I tell you that not so you can puke on your keyboard at our newlywedness. I tell you that so you know why I had to bake after work yesterday. You heard him. The husband really twisted my arm.

All the way home I debated as to whether I should make the boys at the quarry another coffee cake or if I should switch things up a little and make a cinnamon Bundt cake. Decisions, decisions.

Then I walked in the door and saw the husband had brought home a bag full of apples.

"Can you make apple bread?" He asked a bit tentatively. 

I just looked at him.