I did something new for Mabon this year: went apple picking. It was fun and I’d definitely like to make it a tradition. I couldn’t help but feel anxious the whole time, though, because there were a lot of people around, many of them not wearing masks. I managed to avoid the people, but worrying about staying away from them diminished my enjoyment of apple picking. I hope I’ll be able to try this activity again in a not-too-distant, pandemic-free future.
The apple farm also had a pumpkin patch, which was fun to see.
I made a special “witches’ Thanksgiving” dinner for Mabon: vegetarian stuffing, baked macaroni and cheese, and hot mulled cider. Unfortunately, it wasn’t very good: the stuffing recipe—which I’d never used before—was not great, and the mac and cheese came out drier and more bland than usual. The meal also didn’t feel fancy enough for a sabbat, despite the amount of work I put into it. It would have been better if it had also included broccoli and cheese sauce, dinner rolls, puréed squash, and the other side dishes that make up a traditional autumn-themed feast. It’s nearly impossible to feel motivated for that much cooking, though, when only two people are eating it and only one of them (me) cares that it’s a holiday celebration.
At least the cider was good.
We made apple pie for dessert, using the apples we picked at the apple farm. The pie was delicious.
I decorated the table with our fall décor and did my best to enjoy the meal. I planned to attend another online ritual by John Beckett after dinner, but I forgot and missed the premier, and it didn’t seem worth it to watch it later.
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