September was such a lovely month up here in the northeast. The windows were open in the morning and the evenings. The warm afternoon sun fed the gardens and most everything I planted bloomed well and my cottage gardens filled out nicely.
I’m on to planning the next family birthday for my son who is turning the big 20 this month. This past weekend, my son was home for the weekend and we were having some sushi at our favorite Japanese restaurant in Concord. They had their restaurant all decked out with spooky decorations for Halloween and there was even spooky music playing in the background all throughout our meal. The entire staff was having so much fun with their spooky pranks planted throughout the restaurant. When diners reach for a candy in their big candy bowl they always put out front, a hand clamps down and a terrifying screech emits from deep underneath the candy bowl. I was a huge fan of these sorts of scary props when the kids were young but not having had any around for awhile…I nearly passed out on the floor in fright!
I laughed at this exuberant approach to Halloween at our go-to sushi spot and the giggles that they initiated from the guests and staff. It reminded me of the many prank filled scary October birthday parties I planned for my son over the years. Poor thing…I was all about one spooky ghost-filled party after another when he was a little boy. From scary witch piñatas, to eye ball chocolates that oozed cream when you bit into them, screeching decorations that were motion activated, and ooey gooey slime-making stations manned by Patrick..I went to town with the Halloween theme! Poor child suffered through my Halloween craze each year. He was a Pokemon kid….oh and before that…he was a Teletubbies kid. I do remember deviating from the Halloween party extravaganzas and going the Pokemon and Teletubbies route for those two years…I probably did so reluctantly.
And now he is almost 20. He doesn’t like scary movies at all and is a gentle peaceful old soul sort of guy but fall is his favorite season as well as mine. Birthdays are quite subdued these days compared to those of his youth..and he (would say with a smirk) prefers them that way. It’s interesting that as our kids’ personalities evolve and emerge over the years, sometimes decisions that were made when they were young reflect more of the parents than they do the child. Probably not for everyone, but for me…that Halloween craze sure did take over for a number of years. And..it was great fun!
But, I digress from the photos of pasta and meatballs that are sweeping by on my blog. My mind rambles like this all of the time. I should probably talk more about this dish because it was indeed delicious. The freedom of blogging though is that I can ramble all over the place… and that is the fun of blogging…or journal writing….rambling…not following any rules.
I photographed this dish for New Hampshire Magazine’s September issue. I had a fabulous time sourcing many of the ingredients locally. It was a delicious hearty dish filled with aromas that were mouth watering. My favorite find was the Dijon Tarragon Fettuccine made by New Hampshire’s Valicenti Organico. The pasta was so nutty and earthy tasting under those sumptuous buffalo-pork meatballs.
Buffalo meat is something that isn’t foreign to folks up here. We have a buffalo farm, Yankee Farmer’s Market, just outside our little town of Warner. They have a little shop front where they sell all sorts of pasture raised meats like elk, buffalo, beef, and venison. I decided to make some nice big meatballs with a mixture of buffalo and pork. They were delicious…a definite do again.
We’re marching into October now. The house is all decked out for fall. I’ll include lots of photos probably throughout the month because my camera is like a 3rd appendage right now because the scenery around here is like eye candy.
I’ll have to put the garden to rest soon and tidy everything up. I lost almost all of my terra cotta pots last year to cracks because I left them out over the winter. I should have known better. I don’t want to lose this new round of pots. I already know that some winter hours will be spent contemplating some changes to the new gardens I put in over the summer. So much research to do…so many flowers to study.
The wood hasn’t arrived yet. We have plenty already stacked at the back door. We’re already starting to light fires every other day. But, when the wood arrives, it certainly gives us a daily workout for an hour at a time as we haul handfuls of wood from the orchard inside the barn before the wood gets too wet.
So many events to look forward to in October. Our little town puts on an adorable festival, the Fall Foliage Festival, next weekend. I cannot wait…as I will be photographing it for a feature article for New Hampshire Magazine for next October. We’re going to set up a “porch gathering” luncheon. I’m not sure what I’ll serve at the luncheon yet as I have too many ideas running through my mind. I’m sure pumpkin and squash will be featured in there somewhere…and soups…and apple-y dishes…too many choices.
- ½ lb ground buffalo
- ½ lb ground pork
- ½ cup Italian-style bread crumbs
- ¼ cup milk
- ½ teaspoon salt
- ½ teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
- ¼ teaspoon pepper
- 1 small onion, finely chopped (1/4 cup)
- 1 egg
- Heat oven to 400°F. Line 13x9-inch pan with foil; spray with cooking spray.
- In large bowl, mix all ingredients. Shape mixture into 20 to 24 (1½-inch) meatballs. Place 1 inch apart in pan.
- Bake uncovered 18 to 22 minutes or until no longer pink in center.