random thoughts – Day 1,642 – (Sunday) – fall!

And just like that, according to the calendar, it’s officially autumn. Bring on the things! You know, apples and apple pies, pumpkin roll and pumpkin spice everything, sweaters and boots, and foliage and backed up traffic with people looking at foliage. 

It wasn’t really very cold today so no fall sweaters were dug out and donned. The forecast is for temps in the 60s and low 70s for most of the week, so it’s not quite time for the favorite wool and cashmere numbers. Soon enough.

Roasted Brussels sprouts.

Today, fall was recognized at The BungaLowell. I was chilly and turned on the heat, but the house held steady at 67 and it never kicked on. I ended up grabbing a sweatshirt. There was also the roasting of some vegetables. The oven was fired up for the first time in ages. Brussels sprouts, the last of the broccoli, onion slices and slabs of cabbage were tossed in a blend of olive oil, vegetable oil, and a splash of sesame oil. The olive oil is running low, so it was time to get creative and create a blend for the veggies. I’ve forgotten to buy more olive oil at every grocery trip for the past couple months.

There was a brief flash of a snippet of an idea to make a baked mac and cheese. Really, I wanted boxed Kraft mac and cheese, but I don’t even buy it. Then I thought about the steps involved with the baked stuff – cooking the macaroni, grating and melting cheese, the bechamel, the baking and waiting. I thought myself right out of it. Monday after work is free of obligations so maybe the baked mac and cheese will be done then.

There wasn’t really a plan for the veggies after the roasting step. Supper turned out to be mushroom tortellini with black olives, sliced grape tomatoes, dried basil, and feta cheese crumbles. There were pots and pans in the sink since Saturday, and after they were washed, the kitchen was closed. The sink has remained empty for about four hours now and that is basically a record.

The sun was out and it was warm and pretty, so a trip was made to the front yard to pull out the dead stuff for yard waste pickup on Monday. I forgot to pay attention to the purple mum bought a couple weeks ago, and the poor thing is fried. Cooked. Destroyed. Oops.

The regular Sunday chores happened so the trash could go out. There was pretty much the bare minimum level of activity for the day, which felt almost as triumphant as the empty sink.