Shakira and I have a lot in common (I know, you were just thinking the same thing, right?) My hips don’t lie either. And that’s a problem around this time of year.
Strange things start to happen in my kitchen in late Fall. Daylight savings ends and my oven flames on of its own accord and sings irresistible songs about cinnamon and cloves and butternut squash. I have no defenses. Must bake. Or make soup. Sadly the baking gene surfaced in each of my children as well. Heather made killer Soft Molasses Cookies (click on the photo for the recipe, you’ll cry they’re so good) and pumpkin bread (my sister-in-law Jen’s recipe is also on the page–best ever) this week. Have mercy.
Every Fall I wish my hips could lie. If only that zucchini muffin didn’t go straight to my lower regions and settle in for the winter I would have no problem. Why can’t my hips find some cunning way to hide the apple crisp and the Belgian waffles and the hot biscuits with pear butter? Is full disclosure kind or necessary?
I suppose I should be grateful to my hips for their brutal, tell-all honesty. When it reaches the point that I have to hold my breath in order to zip my jeans I turn away from the KitchenAid and head out the door for a run (I use the word “run” in its absolutely loosest sense.) Yep, I show those hips who’s boss. They regret their tattle-telling now, I’ll wager.
Ouch. My hips don’t lie, but they do whine a little after our run. They speak the truth as I hobble stiffly up the stairs: “You’re getting old . . .” Thanks for the reminder. A couple of Advil will shut them up. With a pumpkin bread chaser.
What’s your favorite Fall recipe? Share it in a comment or just leave a link. I’ll add it to the recipes page. I will also make it and eat it and let my hips say whatever they want.
Winds Unexpected 
Sounds like it’s good coming and going! What could be better?! Fun! Mom
Ahhhh! I can’t get to the recipes!!!
I’m sorry–if you shoot me your email address, I’ll email them to you. (If you don’t want your email addy on my blog for people to see, just send me a message on FB.) Love you.
Muaha. I read something the other day about how Halloween is really the official start of the holiday eating season. It’s so very true. Here is my favorite fall recipe: go to Trader Joe’s. Buy a box of peppermint Joe Joes. Speed home and eat with a tall glass of milk in hand. brush teeth + repeat.
I like the way you think, my friend. Peppermint Joe Joes truly make my holidays merry and bright, baby. And TJ’s dark chocolate dipped star cookies aren’t too hard to take either. Nice to hear your voice. Hugs!