It's he-ere (imagine this said in a scary, Halloween-y voice).
David and I woke up yesterday morning to find that it had snowed. It was less than an inch, and it promptly became ice on the streets, but I was happy to see it. This apparently is not a normal reaction to snow, but I was happy.
I hope it doesn't keep what is usually a flood of trick-or-treaters from our door tonight--I may have overstocked on candy a little. Oops. Whoever comes will be greeted by our not-very-well-crafted pumpkin that we carved this weekend at our friends' annual pumpkin-carving party.
I can't believe October is over today. Not only does this remind me that my play opens in 26 days (eek!), but it brings an end to the Oktoberfest cooking with beer festivities. For the last installment, I wanted to try using beer in a dessert.
This dessert is adapted from a fun cookbook called All Cakes Considered, and is written by a National Public Radio staffer who began taking cakes to work and eventually was dubbed "the cake lady." There are worse nicknames.
This is some seriously zingy gingerbread. I can't taste the beer, although it might be contributing to the malty quality of the cake. It's the perfect dessert for sliding (or, as I said the other day, slouching) into winter.
I may not be good at carving pumpkins, but at least I buy good candy.