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.
If you live in New York - and I am not sure why you would live anywhere else - here is a useful link:
http://newyork.seriouseats.com/2010/11/where-to-get-pumpkin-pie-in-new-york-for-thanksgiving-best-pumpkin-pie-in-nyc-bakeries.html
