I can't take any credit for the pumpkins. Mitch did all the carving.
Harper was not being very cooperative so hopefully I will get some photos of her tonight.
Happy Halloween everyone!
Pickin' pumpkins is hard work.The sun was really bright, which made taking photos a little difficult. By the time we were ready to leave the kids were hot and worn out.
And I had to include the shot of Molly getting fresh with Joey. I did not notice the wandering arm until I uploaded the shots to the computer.
Miller had to get in the shot. You know since I did not want for him to be in the shot. He actually said, "Mom, take my picture." Aaahhhh. What do you do? I am sure next time I want to take his picture he will be cooperative. Yeah right, I know.
Eventhough it took me FOREVER to finish these little boogers. I had a great time figuring it all out.
Happy Monday everyone. Stop by Mother May I for more Ordinary Miracles.
My husband and I had a date night last Saturday night. My parents took the kids for the night and we headed to Bosco's to sample some beer and eat some good food. We didn't have any real plans other than dinner. After finishing up dinner, we decided to go ahead and get our grocery shopping out of the way. Yes, you heard it right folks. We went to the grocery store on our night with no kids. As we were browsing through the produce section, I saw these amazing potatoes. It was an assorted pack of pink, purple, and fingerling potatoes. They immediately went into the cart. I mean purple potatoes. You have to try them at least once, right?
Until I diced them up to roast, I had no idea the intensity of the color permeated the whole potato. In my mind it was just the skin that was various colors. The first thing I did, well after cutting a few pieces of rosemary, was to grab my camera. They just looked too pretty. I did not really know what to do with them so I tossed them in olive oil, chopped up the rosemary, and roasted them in the oven for awhile. I was pleasantly surprised. The purple ones were especially tender. I have about half of them left so next week I am thinking about using them in a frittata. Who knew potatoes could be so exciting?