By “classic pumpkin pie, ” I mean pumpkin pie spiked with rum, obviously. You know me. By classic I mean Brûléed Classic Pumpkin Pie. I love lil’ twists.
This whole week I’ve spent under the covers with the sickness. Amelia thinks sneezes are the most terrifying thing in the world. Whenever I dramatically sneeze, she flinches, bracing for the worst. She’s a weirdo. Luckily (for me and her), the sickness has almost run its course.
One of the many downsides of being sick is the loss of taste. I literally can taste nothing. Everything tastes flat, bland, the same. Except this pie. I tasted every little sweet and spicy note and looooved it. At its base, it’s a classic, awesome pumpkin pie. Not too eggy. I have serious issues with super eggy pumpkin pie. It’s sweet but obviously not too sweet. And the spices! Hello. Perfect amount, I think.
Has anyone ever told you that you resemble a particular kind of animal?
When I was in 2nd grade the “mean kid in class” stood up in front of everyone and said I looked like a turtle. I remember my brain immediately thinking of cute animated sea-turtles that swim underwater and have adorable little feet. I didn’t take it as an insult…at first. But then all the other kids started laughing and I quickly realized what was going on. Always remember that when a boy tells you that you look like an animal, it means he hate/likes you.
Then when I was in 6th grade a boy told me I looked like a squirrel. Again, I think squirrels are pretty cute (minus the rabbies part) and took it as a compliment, sorta. Until…I realized that I shouldn’t. For the remaining school year he called me squirrel instead of Adrianna. I didn’t mind it nearly as much as I should’ve.
Have you ever been told you look like a horse? A rabbit? A sloth? If you have, don’t take it as an insult, just think of the cutest most animated horse out there. They’re most likely super pretty. Random lessons from me on this Monday!
There’s that very popular saying, “Don’t go to the grocery store hungry.” I personally LOVE going to the grocery store hungry. I act like a hunter in the wild. I’m focused, assertive and efficient. I want my food, I want it now, and then I wanna go home so I can cook it and eat it. Super simple. Life is easy. Now let’s watch some more Felicity.
But if I venture into the grocery store when I’m not hungry and have no where to be, OMG am I a mess. I mosey. Yes, I mosey. I inspect new-to-me products, check out the ingredients, read the stories of how they got their start, and many times get all emotionally involved, like, Aww they got their start making granola out of their barn in the back and look at them now! Cute!
I take food pics of fun produce I find. And sometimes I compare my nail polish color to seasonal produce and Instagram about it. This stuff just happens.
A few nights ago I went to the grocery store with no focus. At the end of hour one, I was there with an empty basket just staring blankly at the spice section. I spotted “apple pie spice” and “pumpkin pie spice.” And they were selling them for $6?! Yes, $6.
I don’t typically use pumpkin pie spice, though I do know a lot of recipes call for it. And if you’re making a pumpkin pie, throw it in the puree, it’s bound to be delicious!
Thanksgiving is next week…didyouknowthat? Of course you did. UGH.
I’m not ready, guys. I’m not. I’m not ready to brine a turkey. Not ready to pretend to watch football. I’m not ready eat stuffing (I mean…I already did this, remember?).
Maybe on Monday I’ll feel differently…but right now I just can’t handle.
One thing that might get me through is the leftover situation. I loooove Thanksgiving leftovers. Thanksgiving sandwich? Amazing.
Seriously why don’t we do this year-round?! What other time of the year would we deem it totally acceptable to put mashed potatoes and stuffing in between two slices of bread. HELLO!! I love this!!
I know restaurants do it but I dunno–it’s just better homemade. Fact.
Guess what else you’re gonna have leftover?! Pumpkin puree, I’m guessing. You’ll have some ice cream. You’ll have some spices laying around. And when you bake some pie…you’ll have pie crust scraps, too. (This year save them!!)