I'm in full on Thanksgiving planning mode, which is one of my favorite places to be. I picked the sage we'll be using and I'm crossing my fingers that I can keep it alive for a week and a half. It's the Cleveland sage I love and once you use it you can't go back to the grocery store varieties. I'm babying it and refreshing the water every day.
The pomegranates came in a little late this year, but they're gorgeous. They're so readily available now, but I still think of them as precious and I wait for them all year. I don't think we're going to manage to make jelly this year, so I can eat them with impunity. You know you've picked a good pomegranate when you accidentally drop it and it splits wide open and spills juice all over the floor.
I'm doing recipe development for a holiday cocktail that will hopefully involve cranberries, ginger and bourbon. It's slow going because I can only test 2 or 3 drinks before I'm no longer an impartial judge. I'm an extremely amateur mixologist.
Rose hips and roses go together so well and I can't decide which is more beautiful - the flowers themselves or the traces they leave behind. The hips look just like scaled down pomegranates and I love them.