You hear that?  Oh wait, neither do I.

Parker’s in bed, and Tom out gettin’ jiggy wit’ it.

I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF.

Oh wait, there it is.  Ahh, much better.  Really, is there any sound better than the pop! of a cork? 

Anyone else want a glass?  We’ve got bottles and bottles left from the housewarming.  Clearly, my friends know me well.

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Oh yes, the housewarming.  We have a new house!  And I have a new kitchen.  And all it took was a shit-ton of work!  I know you all are super excited to see it, so grab your Snuggie and get comfy.  Photo montage!

Yes, those cabinets were blue.  Distressed denim blue.  How very rustic cowboy kitchen of you, former owners.  Cause in case you couldn’t tell by the triple digit October weather, you’re in Arizona!  Haha, but I love how it is now, and the rest of the house is coming along swimmingly.  We’ve only had this argument about 29 times so far!

And the party?  Went fabulously.  Not only did we score mucho bottles of wine, but Parker the Lion had a pretty sweet time.  I’m not sure what he thought was better, the pumpkin cake, or the view.  (Hello Dorothy!  Hello Naked Barbie!)  Typical.

Typical Drunk Meleyna behavior?  Waking up the next morning to a bowl full of whipped cream in the fridge.  Cause you know, when the post-bar close party crew rolled through, most of the food was gone.  So I pulled out the backup brownies and made sundaes.  With freshly whipped cream.  Though as a little disclosure, you probably shouldn’t be reheating food in the oven or operating heavy machineryafter Jello shots.  I’m just sayin’.

So besides a puking guacamole pumpkin (those are the week-old remains up top, plus baby Converse in the corner), bat wings, ladies’ fingers, the (second) Best Nuts Ever (I used all pecans and buried a fake roach in with them), tomato soup, warm spinach dip, pumpkin bread, and brownies (which made a fabulous nearly-black and orange platter of treats, FYI), I made a simple apple tart, because it was autumnal and lovely and make-ahead.  I didn’t get any photos of it, just because I was in such a frenzy both during party prep and during the party.  But it takes nearly no ingredients, and honestly, I skipped the glaze at the end.  I bought apple jelly totally intending on doing it, but it was just one of those “I don’t have a single clean dish left in my entire kitchen after prepping for this God-forsaken party screw the glaze” moments.  But honestly?  This is probably the best pastry I’ve made.  Maybe the pastry gods smiled upon me that night, maybe it was the recipe, or maybe it was just due to the fact that my new super fancy granite countertops are cooler and kept everything cold.  Who knows?  Just make it.

Oh, what was I, you ask?

Schwing!  Haha, drunk much?  Clearly taken at the end of the night.

Have fun this weekend, be safe, and drink with me in mind!  Saturday’s reserved for kiddie-fun, and as for now?  I’m off to enjoy my quiet.

Party on Wayne, party on Garth.

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