I've mostly focused on making hot, cinnamon-y breakfasts (the typing of which has made me realize that making hot, cinnamon-y breakfasts should probably be my life's work), some of which looked lovely.
|Pumpkin Steel Cut Oats with Maple Cinnamon Apples|
|Wheat-Almond Pancakes with Apple/Pomegranate Topping|
And some of which looked like the talking garbage heap from Fraggle Rock.
|Side note: when introduced to Fraggle Rock, Anna's assessment was "It's like the Muppets, but Fraggler," which a) is accurate, and b) means that she has inherited my belief in the elasticity of language. If I can just get her to start defending these words as "perfectly cromulent," my work will be done.|
While the weather outside is brisk and delightful, the indoor thermostat has been set at a balmy teenage degrees.
|Not pictured: extensive application of chapstick to the forehead, which I assume is what the kids are into these days.|