I love this time of year. The cool weather. The occasional rain. (Yes, it does rain in CA. Not often, but it does. :P ) The cold mornings that make you want burrow under your blankets and stay just five minutes longer in the warmth on that most dreadful of days known as Mondays...
no wait... strike that last one...
Yes, I love this time of year. But most of all, I love the pumpkin pie.
Oh the wondrous, tasty scrumptiousness that is the pumpkin pie. Oh the unmatched flavor of nutmeg and allspice and cinnamon, blended together with the pumpkiny goodness of pureed pumpkin, baked in a flakey crust of pieness, and topped with the sweet, sweet cream of whippedness.
Oh, the rapture.
But alas, for that I did upon the preceding eve purchase such a delicacy. Fully did I intend to partake of it - after my somewhat unpalatable fast-food meal of ultimate mediocrity had been somewhat digested. But I, in a mindless stupor induced by the evil box of distraction, did utterly forgot said morsel. And thus was the pumpkin pie left, forgotten and alone, to lament its solitary fate.
Ah, the cries of sorrow it must have shed, that poor, solitary pumpkin pie. All alone, abandoned and forgotten in an empty kitchen. Deprived even of the company of its fellow pumpkiny brethren, ripped ever-so-cruelly from its lifelong friends mere hours after its birth. What a tragic, tragic fate had befallen it.
No worries though - 'twill soon find and ending to its misery. Yes oh yes, it surely will... *chuckles softly, with just a hint of malice...*
3 comments:
Pumpkin pie is the essence of that which is goodness. To partake of the pie that is pumpkin is to partake of that which is good, and true, and cinnamony numminess. Place but a dollop of whipped cream upon it, and it is transformed into the epitome of holiday desserts. mmmm... pumpkiny...
Yikes. @_@
I like pumpkin pie, but I think someone is obsessed. :P
...nah... just a bored little taru...
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