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Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Fall, friends, home, and pumpkin

For the past few weeks, Yaminah and I have been relaxing and enjoying our extra time here in the States before we fly back to Sweden on Saturday. The gorgeous weather is one reason our time has been so great. It is hard not to love perfect, warm weather and blue skies.

But last week we had a cooler day, with rain even, and the evenings have definitely started cooling off. Inevitably when this happens every year, I start to get excited about fall, or at least, certain aspects of fall. Or perhaps it is that for some reason, fall is the season every year when I feel a little homesick for home. But on a beautiful, crisp fall day, when leaves have begun changing and the sky is a perfect shade of blue, and apple trees are heavily laden with apples begging to be made into all kinds of things, like French Apple Pie, I love fall. And fall in Minnesota is wonderful. Perhaps fall also makes me feel a tad nostalgic for the beginning of the school year, and memories.

In any case, on Saturday we fly back to Sweden, and there is one thing on my mind that I want to accomplish before we go, and that is: pumpkin. Eat foods with pumpkin...drink hot drinks with pumpkin. I have been on a mission for the past week, even calling Starbucks to ask when their Pumpkin Spice Lattes will be on the menu. According to one source, they might be available in the middle of this week. (Yay!) In that case, this weekend, before we go, you can find me at a Starbucks, enjoying my all-time favorite, Pumpkin Spice Latte.

Last night, thanks to Mom and Bruce babysitting, I went out with my good friends, Stephanie and Danell. We went to the Olive Garden and had a great time, laughing and talking, and then laughing some more. The food was also good, but except for the company, the best part was the dessert: Pumpkin Cheesecake. It tasted like a slice of Thanksgiving. I loved it, and I savored every bite. How is it possible to be nostalgic for something, at the same time as one is already doing it?

I suppose my obsession with being able to enjoy a Pumpkin Spice Latte before we go back to Sweden is actually a semi-subconscious attempt to prolong my stay at home, perhaps as if digesting a food item could bring a little piece of home with me when we go. Or...perhaps it is simply because it is delicious!

In preparation for supper tonight, with Darin, Brandi and the kids coming to join us, Yaminah and I made Pumpkin Cupcakes for dessert. They turned out great, so I thought I would share the recipe with you. View it here.

I can hardly believe the summer has gone by so fast, and that fall is just around the corner. As always, a beginning of one thing is also an end to another. Looking back, this summer has been great because it has been restful. But most importantly, it has been about spending lots of quality time with family, especially including David and Erin's wedding; staying a lot at Sarah and Scott's house; camping with Dad; staying with Mom and Bruce, plus being able to see close friends. Yaminah is now completely fluent in English as well as Swedish. One other reason I have loved this summer is that Tomas and I have been able to spend a lot of time with Yaminah, and I have even had nearly three weeks extra with her. We have had such fun, sleeping in, relaxing during the day, having pretend tea parties, taking walks and bike rides. It will be hard to go back to class and bring her back to daycare again, but it is inevitable; summer has to come to an end. And luckily, fall is the next season, and it is my favorite. And with fall there will be new beginnings again--the beginning of my (hopefully) final school year, and of course time with our Swedish family and friends.

Could it be that the lovely, pleasant aspects of fall--the pumpkins, spices, apples, colored leaves, blue skies--are a way to ease us into the following season, the cold, dark winter?



Friday, August 17, 2012

Summer Camping Adventures

My dad likes to go camping. My husband likes to go camping. Yaminah loves to go camping. And I like it too. So...for the past few years when we have come to Minnesota from Sweden for a visit, we have been going camping with Dad. This year, because Dad and Beth's basement flooded (meaning we had no place to stay at their house) we went camping twice.

Sometimes, however, camping can be a bit too much of an adventure for me. Last year when we were camping, there was an incident. I am afraid of lightning, (from another "incident" while on the Great Wall of China--that's another story) so I had told Dad and Tomas that I would only agree to go camping in a tent if everyone promised that if it started to storm, we would all go and sit in Dad's car. Well, wouldn't you know it...we were all sitting in the tent, trying to stay dry from the rain outside, when it started to storm. In the tent we had suitcases, a full, large cooler, amongst other things. I convinced everyone (including Yaminah, who thought it was a lot of fun) to move over to the CRV to wait out the storm. So there we sat, snacking and chatting and Yaminah having a great time bouncing around in the back seat, as we watched the wind pick up and pull the tent once, twice...until the wind snatched the tent and toss it away like a used glove, right before our eyes. When the storm abated a little, Dad and Tomas went out into the rain to try to salvage what they could of our camping gear.

In the end, the storm passed, leaving us with our nice, big tent ruined, but luckily for us, Dad had a spare 2-person tent along (he might call it more than that officially, but my version is, it was tiny). There I then slept with two grown men and a baby, with all the smells and sounds you might expect. Luckily, however, the next day of that camping trip the weather changed and we had a great day hiking and hanging out.

So, when we decided to go camping twice this year, I was a little nervous. Not only does one need to be aware of the dangers of storms and lightning, there is also a risk of bears (these are my concerns). Plus, how far away is the bathroom? We have a two-year-old after all, and when she has to go, one has to hurry...

But all of my fears proved unfounded this year. The weather was gorgeous (except quite cold at night on the second camping trip), and fortunately, there was no sign of bears. I wish I would have been able to sleep better though, but I was awake a lot listening to the lake, wondering if there were bears outside our door, or not sleeping because Yaminah decided to share my sleeping bag with me...but one cannot have everything!

Dad, Tomas, Yaminah and I went to Gooseberry Falls the first trip, (where the three of us swam in the pool below the waterfall--it was wonderful) and the second time we went to Split Rock, and Sarah, Scott, and David joined us as well. It was a lot of fun to have the siblings join us. Thanks to Dave, Yaminah was actually in Lake Superior (she loved it, and since then whenever she is in the bath, she says "Look, I'm swimming in Lake Su-PER-ior!") and thanks to Sarah, Yaminah tasted smores for the first time. When Dad went to bed, we stayed up and played two games of Settlers, with a roaring campfire (unfortunately a little too far away, but at least it looked nice). And luckily Sarah had brought a nice, warm blanket and we huddled together to stay warm. Isn't the purpose of camping, after all, to spend time together as a family?

Now I am looking forward to our next camping adventures!

Master Chef at the Gooseberry campsite, great spot #25




The view of Split Rock Lighthouse from our campsite


Yaminah proudly holding up her present from Grandpa. Bears are cute, on pillows...



Trying Smores!

In Lake Superior with Uncle Dave



Throwing rocks with Grandpa and Uncle Dave