Pumpkin rocks

We can finally wear long sleeves! It was 104 in Dallas yesterday, but 63 this morning. It's a wonder we didn't all spontaneously combust during that hot-to-cold transition, but at last fall has officially arrived. It's about dang time. I like fall clothes so much more than I like summer clothes. My arms are just too pastey white to be hanging out of short sleeves all year. I'm on to three quarter length now. My wrists are still pastey white, but at least the bulk of the whiteness is covered.

My cousin Kristi reminded me in an email this morning that October 1st marks the beginning of chili-soup-meatloaf-pumpkin cookie season. She won't eat those foods out of season so she waits patiently each year for October to roll around and then indulges freely. And she knows her chili, believe me. She gave me the best Red Chicken Chili recipe ever and it goes perfectly with cheddar cheese, cornbread twists, and a Colts game. (Or in her case, a Kansas State Wildcats game.) My parents even entered this amazing culinary creation in a chili cookoff and won first place. I'm not sure I'm into the meatloaf season as much (even saying those two words together makes me feel bloated and funny), but the chili is definitely worthy of its own calendar designation. And I'm glad pumpkin food season is near because I've been having pumpkin withdrawls lately. Angela and I have overdosed on pumpkin candles, pumkin soap, and pumpkin room spray lately, but we have yet to actually eat anything pumpkin. Pumpkin cookies with cream cheese frosting to the rescue. And my kick ass pumpkin bread. Pumpkin rocks.

Right now though I'm eating Ben & Jerry's Coffee Heath Bar Crunch ice cream. Fall food season doesn't start until Saturday and I had to make room in the freezer.