A storm from the Gulf of Alaska arrived in our neck of the woods last night. We listened to the rain falling during the night and then trudged down to the barn to feed this morning with our muck boots on and jacket hoods up. The goats wouldn't poke even their noses out of their shed. The rain is very cold, just above freezing. Back at the house, we stripped out of our soaking jeans and hung our jackets to dry. I put my gloves above the wood stove, the leather so wet you could wring them out.
When the weather is wet and cold, I turn to comfort food. We've been eating things like fried braunschweiger sandwiches. Do you eat this? Lori? I grew up on the stuff, made it for Brett, and he's hooked. I slice the braunschweiger into rounds, fry them in lots of butter, and then smear them onto bread.
Last night I made pumpkin soup. I grew two kinds of pumpkins this summer. Camille smashed the pretty Cinderella pumpkins open and gave them to the chickens. I kept the sugar pumpkins. I roasted the pumpkin, roasted the seeds, and then made soup while I munched the seeds.
And fresh, homemade rolls. ...I pigged out on these.
In the afternoons and evenings when the munchies hit (watching rain makes me hungry), I raid the cookies from the cookie exchange and drink hot mugs of coffee.
Tonight, maybe I'll have a bowl of steel cut oatmeal with brown sugar and bananas. What do you like to eat when its miserable outside?