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Wednesday, October 5, 2011


It is now fall.  Or it feels like it.  It's getting cooler.  I can't say I've necessarily seen any changing leaves, but it's going to happen any minute now.  I feel content and excited. I'm enjoying the crispness of the air.  Also, I've started drinking a lot of iced apple cider from Dunkin' Donuts.  Iced apple cider in the fall, before it gets too cold, is a treat I want to snuggle up with while making whimpering noises.

Ah yes, but that's not it.  Perhaps more than anything else, even more than apple cider, when the fall comes I think of pumpkin pie.  The rich, nutty, fragrant, spicy, subtle, complex, love mushiness that is pumpkin pie.

"Ah, it's gray outside, there are colorful leaves on the streets, I just had a hard week at work and I feel that life is meaningless: time for pumpkin pie!"

Perhaps you eat it by itself.  Perhaps you enjoy it with iced apple cider, or perhaps even tea or coffee.  Perhaps you eat it after a chicken pot pie or a pot roast.  Perhaps you take a bath in it.

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