We squeezed in one more fall weekend in New York.

I think this photo captures our last weekend in New York this fall really well.

We’ve been fortunate to spend three weekends this year in the gorgeous Northeast in late September and again in late October.  It almost makes up for not seeing any of this beautiful part of the world this past summer.  Almost!

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Jess and Shaun’s wedding was absolutely incredible.  A joining of two cultures and traditions – her Sicilian and his Jewish – and two loving hearts.  C and I especially enjoyed the thoughtful, inclusive ceremony and then danced our socks off at the reception.  We ate and ate…and ate.  The food was fantastic.  Chris has now had the “best cannoli” of his life and the “best-ever cream vodka sauce.”  Both in one night!  It was such a joyful occasion!

The next morning we met my aunt, uncle and cousin for breakfast at the Gateway Diner.  Wonderful food and catch-up time.  I keep thinking that the next time I see them, I’ll have a baby.  When I was in college, my parents would pick me up and take me to the Gateway for a milkshake and grilled cheese.  I love that place.

After breakfast, my dad, Chris and I drove down to Stuyvesant to check out the mighty Hudson.  I hadn’t been down to the river by way of Stuyvesant in YEARS, like, since high school.  One of my girlfriends lived above the railroad tracks near Stuyvesant Landing.  The weather was chilly but the colors of the water and landscape was just stunning and perfect, as you can see by the posted photo.  We drove down to the river by Nutten Hook as well and my dad told us about his grandfather, Henry, who cut ice for the ice houses over the winters way back when.

When my mom came home on Sunday afternoon she made a delicious sausage soup and we ate a hearty dinner.  Monday morning came after little rest and we arrived at the airport by 4:15 to get on our plane to start the journey back to Colorado.

Until next time…!

Biking the canal trail.

As Chris continues training for the half marathon (coming up in just a few weeks!) he’s found new and revisited places to run long distances in Denver.  He’s been wanting to take me on this trail.  And I’m so glad we went Sunday afternoon.

Can you believe this is Denver?  This is the High Line Canal Trail.

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The trail was completed in 1883 as a way to get irrigation water to farms in the area.  It is now a National Landmark.  There are a decent amount of homes, open space, barns and horse farms that back up to the trail and lots of lovely trees.

Sunday was a gorgeous, crisp fall day.  We decided to ride cruisers rather than run.  Running hasn’t been my thing lately — ha!

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We had to stop and take a few photos along the way.  Stunning sky.

Baby Stroh LOVED the long bike ride.  I felt quite a bit of kicking and rolling about in there.

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Look at that beautiful color!

Tree brilliance.

In two days, the tree outside our balcony has turned from bright green to gold.  It’s fantastic.  The fall days this week have been wonderful.  A cool breeze comes through the open windows in the mornings.  Warm weather stops by for afternoon walks in the park.

I took this photo this afternoon.  Can you spy the Cash Register Building (the place that makes Denver’s skyline recognizable) through the leaves?

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Easy recipe for turkey soup.

It is a chilly Sunday in Mile High!  Like, the perfect day to make this delicious recipe before the big game (which we are skipping to see Gravity in 3D this afternoon…!)

This soup comes from a recipe I adapted from Monica years ago.  She made it in the fall years ago when I first moved to Denver and it’s wonderful.  Harvest-y.

This is a dairy-free, egg-free recipe.

The soup is simple to make, very good and hearty and one pot can feed a couple for many days.  It requires cans of beans, tomatoes, corn and lean ground turkey.  EASY people.

What you need:

2 lbs. ground lean turkey

Olive oil
4 cloves crushed or minced garlic
Cumin (secret ingredient – do not skip!)
One coarsely chopped yellow onion

2 regular sized cans of diced tomatoes
2 regular sized cans of kidney beans (red, dark red, your choice!) – drained
2 regular sized cans of pinto beans – drained
1 regular sized can of corn in water (or 1 1/2 cups frozen corn) – drained
1 32 oz. box of vegetable or chicken broth (low sodium) or 2 regular sized cans of broth

Salt and pepper to taste

Cook ground turkey in a large pan on the stove and drain.  Set aside.

In a large pot or dutch oven over medium-low heat, pour a thin layer of olive oil so that it covers the bottom of the pot.  Add chopped onion and garlic and cook for a bit.  Then, add about a half tsp. of cumin and stir about.

Meanwhile, get your kitchen partner to open all the cans and drain the beans and corn in a colander — this can be a daunting process.

Turn the stove burner up to medium heat and start adding the canned items – tomatoes, kidney beans, pinto beans and corn.  Stir.  Add cooked ground turkey to the large pot. Stir. After this, dump the entire box of broth in and stir.

Add about a tsp. of salt and a shake or two of pepper.

Bring the soup to a boil for about 10 minutes.  Turn the burner down to a medium high and cook with the lid on for 1 hour.

Great with bread, or if you’re really feeling funky, Fritos corn chips!

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Scarf weather.

Obviously I’m glad the west is finally facing fall.  After this summer’s crazy days (drought, fire, floods) we are looking toward the cooler weather and autumnal good feelings this new season tends to bring out of Denverites.

And we’re off to a good start.  With snow expected in the mountains on Friday and cooler weather settling into the city starting tonight, I’ve taken out my chilly-weather scarf collection and can’t wait to start snuggling in for the season.

I love a scarf with a jean jacket or over a t-shirt in the early fall.

There is nothing like a bunched up scarf over a fun blazer or jacket.

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A knitted oversized scarf for extra chilly days.  You could make one yourself with circular needles.

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Sassy, dotty summer scarves can be worn into fall too.  Imagine a cardigan over her t-shirt and some boots to go with that cute skirt.

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And I always find myself looking up new ways to tie scarves.  A coworker and friend of mine wears scarves all fall and winter long and she’s always got some fun way of wrapping and styling.  Here are some ideas!

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And a Sunday to sleep in.

I am the queen of extending my vacations, particularly when they involve going home to New York, to the very last minute.  Luckily, this time, I did not.

C and I arrived back in Denver on Saturday evening and had all day Sunday to catch up on things – like laundry and milk-buying and cooking meals for the week.  It was lovely and helped transition into a calmer Monday morning.

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[Lake George]

We started our time with my parents two weekends ago at my cousin’s wedding in Lake George, his beautiful bride’s hometown.  It was so crisp and fall-like.  The whole town smells like Adirondack Park pines.  Stunning lake, lovely town and a very intimate, touching ceremony.

Early in the week I was able to spend some much-needed together-time with a dear friend from college.  The rest of the week I caught up with my momma and dad, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and other friends I’ve been missing.

On Friday morning, I took the train down to New York to join C, where he was finishing up a work conference.

We walked the High Line and then all over mid-town on a gorgeous city afternoon.

The High Line was very crowded.  I’m going to attribute this to the incredible weather and that it was around lunch time.  Many people were taking work breaks and enjoying a sandwich on the many benches and grassy areas.  There were lots of photographers and tourists.

The neat part was that it was a bit like walking history for me.  My great-grandfather Berninger was a conductor for the New York Central Railroad and it’s probable he (and even my dad, because in the 50s they allowed kids to ride the train with their relatives who worked the rails) rode this route quite a bit–and there I was, walking it.

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We’ll be back soon, New York!

Vegan chocolate cake. Mmmm.

Who said you needed eggs to bake an awesomely delish chocolate cake?  Well, Dianne, C’s mom, sure never did.

While at home last week, my poor dad discovered, though the help of a scratch test and an astute (would we want them any other way?) allergist, that he is allergic to eggs and dairy, and that he’s really going to need to start monitoring his diet if he wants to feel better.

This diagnosis has thrown things at the Berninger house into a bit of a tailspin, as, like I have mentioned in previous posts, my dad is a breakfast lover and craves a good dessert.  He’s also a GREAT maker and drinker of milkshakes and really enjoys half-and-half in his…everything.  The brakes are on now.

Of course, there are many choices and substitutes out there for people with food allergies and he’s actually lucky to be developing (or re-developing in his case) this allergy at a time when almond milk is on the shelves at the neighborhood grocery and there are more butter alternatives than one can count.

When I started dating Chris, Dianne gave me this recipe.  It’s her favorite easy chocolate cake and she makes it for herself every now and again.  Chris grew up eating it as a simple weekday dessert.  Come to find out, it was developed during World War II while items like milk and eggs were rationed.  It contains pantry items.

My dad can (and should!) eat this!

Here’s what you need:

8 x 8 baking dish
1 1/2 cup flour
1 cup sugar
3 tbs. unsweetened cocoa powder
1 tsp. baking soda
1 pinch salt

6 tbs. oil (vegetable, corn or canola)
1 tbs. vinegar (apple cider vinegar works best, but is not required!)
1 tsp. vanilla extract
1 cup water

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In the 8 x 8 baking dish, mix all dry ingredients together.  I use a whisk so things don’t get too out of hand.

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Then, with your hands, make three holes in the mixture and pour the oil, vinegar and vanilla into the holes.  I put two tbs. of oil into each of the holes, fill one hole with vinegar and the other with vanilla.  There are so many possibilities and variations on this step.

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Mix.  Rubber spatulas work well!

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Bake at 350 for 25 minutes.  Ensure the middle is done by sticking a toothpick in the center of the cake.  Let cool.

Then you can fancy it up and sprinkle some confectioner’s sugar on top…though this is not necessary.  It’s perfect on its own!

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Enjoy!

Homeward bound.

After this most insane few weeks, a little country time is just what we need (and then some city time too.)  It’s time to catch up with family and friends and celebrate the wedding of my cousin!

It’s apple picking season in Columbia County and I’m looking forward to some crisp, pie, cider, doughnuts…

One fall a long time ago, when I was in elementary school, my mom wasn’t home when Michael and I got off the bus and we were locked out of the house.  We went to our neighbor’s home, where Mrs. Hatfield was making her boys an after-school snack.  She peeled and cut apples into slices and mixed them with cinnamon and sugar and served them to us in bowls.  THAT was the afternoon snack before dinner.  Michael and I were in heaven.  In our house we didn’t put sugar on apples (sweet enough) or cereal (except at our grandfather’s house).  We kept the crust on bread (the BEST part).  We ate the peels to everything.  So this was QUITE the treat.

I’m sure momma had to send us outside to swing or hang from trees in the woods when she got home to quell our sugar rush.

Look who’s waiting for me and C!  See ya soon, Glitter Kitty!

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When you miss a cat.

When I find myself missing Miles Glitter Kitty, I like to Google “cute cat things” on the internet.

I found these the last time I did that.

These just spoke to me.

Thank you Seo Kim for your fun, witty drawings.

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Meow, meow, meow.

Miles does NOT appreciate any of these hugging actions–except sometimes Heat Pad Cat with my dad.  He’s  very independent.  Some would call it aloof.  I call it thoughtful.

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So true.

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If C knew me when I was single and living with Miles, he would have felt like this — second fiddle.  Gulp.

Follow Seo (pronounced Sue) Kim on Tumbler.

And in a wonderful news, we get to see Miles next week.  Yay!

Other summer news item.

Here’s a photo of us at our friends’ wedding at the Broadmoor this past weekend.

What do you think?

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Oooh.  I feel a bit bigger than I used to feel, say 18 weeks ago.  Specifically around the middle.

Know why?

If you guessed it’s because I’m settling into married life, you are so right.  If you guessed it’s because I’m eating a whole lotta cheese, you’re ALSO right.

But the main reason is…we’re expecting a baby (!)  Babies make you bigger…specifically around the middle.

Our calendars are marked for a due date of February 14, and we are so excited!

I’ll say something about the first trimester, then I want to forget it ever happened.

It was not fun (and the trimester took full swing during the height of another one of Denver’s hot, dry summers, so it felt extra not fun).

Several times a week between weeks seven and twelve I was queasy–often all day.  It was fairly miserable.  My cravings during weeks six through thirteen were celery, iced water, french bread, salt, and grilled cheese sandwiches.  And sleep.  SLEEP.

Riding in cars made me sick.  Thinking about eating salad made me sick.  Brushing my teeth made me sick.  Talking about brushing my teeth made me sick.

Do not read further if you can’t handle stories about people throwing up.

My mom thinks this is a funny story to remember, so I’ll tell you.  After Chris and I were house hunting one day and we’d taken a look at one of the sweetest little bungalows you’ve ever set eyes on in the West Highland neighborhood of Denver, I had a craving for a BLT…and some fries.  I wanted to go to our favorite Greek place in Congress Park, Chef Zorbas.  So we drove straight there from our viewing of the house in West Highland.  We parked the car in front of the small market next to Chef Zorba’s and I suddenly had a terrible feeling.  I started yelling to Chris, “Oh gaw, oh gaw…get me out of here!  How do the locks work on this car!?”  And with that, I tore out of the passenger side and threw up so hard behind the back bumper into the street gutter that my glasses fell off and smacked on the pavement.

It was loud and retching.  It was violent.  Chris got out of the car and said, “Honey!  Are you okay?  Is this what happens to you every day after I leave for work?”  Yes.  Yes it is.  I think it was a good thing for him to see.  Meanwhile, there were some romantical couples eating al fresco on the sidewalk in front of Chef Zorba’s who had to witness the awfulness.  The owner of the market, Patrick, came out with a bottle of water for me.  ”Tell him I’m not drunk,” I said to Chris in between bouts of projectile bile.  ”Congratulations, kids!  Another baby in the neighborhood!”  Patrick said to Chris.

Ugh.  First trimester.  Summed up.

But the second trimester, so far, is off to a great start.  We’re slowly getting back to normal.  I’m feeling more energetic and can eat pretty much how I loved eating before–a bit more healthfully.  I’m not gorging on as much bread and celery and that’s kind of a nice feeling.  And like I said, I was out until the wee hours on Saturday night, partying with the heartiest of wedding goers.  I have the energy to throw in loads of laundry without falling asleep during the dry cycle.  It’s awesome!

On to our next adventure!