five things friday

Oh, what’s up, perfect life?

1. Tonight is a blue moon. You know what that means, right? Drink all the Blue Moon you can! There won’t be another one until 2015. We picked up this sampler for a lil party tonight, which I’m pretty excited about. Caramel apple spice beer what?

2. It’s pear season, and my parents are proud owners of a pear tree, which means 1) They are consistently trapping squirrels who try to mooch off of their tree (they use a special squirrel trap and then my mom ‘relocates’ them to a forest nearby. seriously.) and 2) I get to share in the bounty of their tree. I used an entire bag of pears from them today to make a ginger maple pear pie (roughly based off this recipe) which is currently in my oven and smelling amazing. Bringing it to Blue Moon party.

On that note, making a pie makes me really excited for fall. Lots of pie-baking to come, hopefully. This also makes me excited for fall:

3. This post┬ámakes me want to cry a little bit. No explanation why except that I pretty much want this life someday. Oh, and the fact that it’s actually perfect.

4. I cannot stop making this thai iced tea. Lucky me that husband doesn’t love it as much as I do. I’ve been polishing off pitchers for the last couple weeks.

5. Ever have those days when you just do.not.feel.like.working.at.all? Yup, pretty much sums up my week. Also sleepiness. So I need this little reminder:

Plans for Labor Day weekend? Besides watching the Blue Moon, of course.

current obsessions

1. Soft serve ice cream COVERED in sprinkles. This is what everyday should look like.

Also, just sprinkles in general.
This is what is sitting on my stove right now.

This is what I had two pieces of for breakfast.
This is where the knife is readily perched for cutting more slices.
This is dangerous.

2. Milo Greene. Listen and love. Best part? They’re coming to my town in November. Hip hip!

3. Leela Cyd. Particularly her food photography. I accidently started typing phood photography, which I kind of like better. Let’s try to start that.

Browse. You won’t be sorry.