Punkin weather
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The leaves down here may not be changing (the only reason why the trees are any color other than green is because they have been deprived of a lil H2O) but I know that it is perfect punkin weather somewhere. And last weekend, I saw pumpkins at the farmers market across the street. Rich said that he wanted to go to a real pumpkin farm for pumpkins where we could drink apple cider and munch on powdered donuts. Sold! (He knows my weak spot – Starbucks’ Caramel Apple Spice and sugar) So this weekend, that was our plan. I woke up yesterday morning, excitedly hopped on my ‘puter and googled “pumpkin patches in austin” only to find that punkin patches in Austin are few and far between and the closest one was 45 miles away. These results resulted in this:
This would be the look of a lifelong member of the only child club. Not my proudest, but as an only I can not feign my utter disappointment when things do not go exactly (and by this I mean exactly – which for Only’s holds a meaning far beyond anything you will find in Merriam-Webster) how I expect them to go. So where did we end up?
Well, since we would have to drive far out into the middle of nowhere to a punkin farm, we decided to make a day out of our drive and Rich took me to San Antonio instead. Here we are at the Riverwalk which is totally awesome! I felt like I was at Disney World (which again, for an Only, is more than mouse ears and flying Dumbos – it really is the happiest place on earth) and for a few sunny hours down here in Tejas, I found a happy place (that was not between a Nordstrom and a Borders). Speaking of shopping, we did find a mall in downtown San Antonio and Rich and I went ‘splorin that too. Conclusion: It is the place that stores go to rest. i.e., there was a Sweet Factory and a Sam Goody (even Batavia let Sam Goody go).
Oh, we also saw the Alamo – guess I can check that one off the list. Conclusion about San Antonio: It is a warmer, flatter Clifton Hill. Complete with haunted houses, mirror mazes, a wax museum and Ripley’s Believe It or Not.
Rich and I woke up this morning still craving the powdered donut we had been looking forward to all week long. Again (and surprisingly I must say), the search results for donut shops in Austin were hard to come by and no where to be found downtown by us. Aren’t donuts a staple? Especially for law enforcement and down here there are metermaids on the prowl everywhere! So we took a gamble and drove out to Shipley’s Donuts and let me tell you, it was a great way to start a Sunday morning! I had a glazed buttercream donut. I think. I am not sure because Rich thought I was taking too long to decide and made me pick one. Whatever it was, it was delicious and fresh. Rich went with the basics – a glazed and a chocolate glazed.
Medical update: Last week, while I was making philly cheesesteak-stuffed garlic bread (which was an awesome hit with my number one food critic), I sliced my finger along with the top of the loaf (so unfortunately, I may not be making this again anytime soon). No, no, please don’t be too concerned and drop everything to make sure that I am okay* even though two days prior I bashed my other hand on a grocery basket (yes, a grocery basket – I still am not sure how my knuckle came in contact with the basket…) which created quite a mess at the checkout line which I blamed on poorly packaged beef…needless to say, it has been a painful week for my hands but I am happy to report that after three days of bandages and neosporin, I think that I am going to survive and merely have a couple battle scars.
*get well cards, flowers or care packages will be accepted graciously.