We’re kicking off the Halloween season with two amazing recipes that make the most perfect Halloween dinner or snack. The other day, I stumbled across a debate over whether or not flatbread is healthier than regular bread. Turns out, not really. But, flatbread sure is a lot more fun!
The folks over at Lil Luna have spooked up two of the tastiest and most festive flatbread recipes on the net. Check ’em out:
Mummy Flatbread Pizza
For the mummy:
3 Flatout Light Original
½ c. pizza sauce
¼ c. grated parmesan cheese
6 slices pepperoni (more if desired for under the strips of string cheese)
3 black olives, cut in half
6 string cheese, pulled into thin strips
For the pumpkin:
6 Foldit® Artisan Flatbread
4 oz. thinly sliced monterey jack or mozzarella cheese
Happy Friday! I wasn’t going to share a Halloween bucket list until early next month, but after thinking about it, October is only a few days away and there’s only 31 days to celebrate. So, here it is. Have a happy and safe Halloween season!
Between the golden hues of fallen leaves and the smell of fresh baked apple-cinnamon in the air, Autumn is more than just a season, it’s a force in the universe, with the power to bring back memories, compel lovers to take chances, and motivate people to nurture their creative side.
Autumn wraps around people like a warm blanket, sometimes reminding them of happier times in childhood or giving them hope towards the future. Like the trees that shed their leaves, preparing for winter’s coat, people lose the inhibitions that hold them back, allowing themselves to experience the joys of the holidays and all that life has to offer.
Autumn is a time of reflection, a time of nature, a time of wonder and a time to spend with loved ones and friends. So, this fall, reconnect with an old friend or go visit a family member you haven’t seen in a while. Go for a long walk in the park or the forest. Pick out a pumpkin at a pumpkin farm. Take up a new hobby or make some crafts. Or, create a bucket list and have fun checking each item off.
Truman Capote once wrote, “Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.”