Do Kindness, Recklessly. @lexienoelleundem
October hits and I turn into a completely different person. Shane would absolutely confirm this. One minute I am a normal human being making school lunches, and the next I am standing in the Target dollar section at 8am with a basket full of foam pumpkins and googly eyes wondering
Every year I tell myself I am going to do some elaborate Halloween dinner, and every year I end up staring into the fridge at 5pm wondering how I got here. This year though, I actually pulled it off. We made three totally spooky, totally delicious Halloween pizzas that had
Halloween is one of those holidays where the drinks honestly steal the show just as much as the costumes do. Between the spooky colors, the bubbling cauldrons, and the creepy garnishes, a good Halloween drink can transform your whole party spread from “cute” to “okay we are fully committed to
Okay, so this espresso martini is obviously not for the kids. I repeat: this is a grown-up drink, made after bedtime, enjoyed while Shane and I pretend we are sophisticated adults who do not spend our evenings negotiating with a six-year-old about why she cannot sleep with seventeen stuffed animals
Fall hits different when you have little ones. The second that first crisp morning shows up, my kids are already asking when we can do all the pumpkin things, and honestly? I’m right there with them. There’s something about this season that makes me want to slow down, get a little
Halloween is one of those holidays that sneaks up on you every single year. One minute you’re still in full back-to-school mode, and the next you’re standing in the Halloween aisle at Target wondering how it’s already October. Between the costumes, the school parties, the candy sorting negotiations, and everything
October first hits and something shifts in this house. Shane drags the bin of fall decorations out of the garage so I can drink coffee and decorate. Carolynn starts begging for pumpkin everything. Camden toddles around saying “boo” at literally anything, including the dog, the mailbox, and a sock on
Halloween is my favorite time of year to get the kids in the kitchen, mostly because there’s zero pressure. Nobody’s judging a lopsided ghost or a slightly melty mummy. It’s spooky season, which means the messier and more chaotic it looks, the better. And honestly? That’s my kind of cooking