Fall!

Finally, finally, finally. I couldn't take another day of 90+ degree heat (you call that September, DC???) or one more obnoxious tourist...and I was so very close to packing up my shit and moving to Canada when, bam! Fall came!

It's amazing how a cool down in the weather brings a cooling of my temper as well. I'm significantly less likely to want to bite customers' heads off when it's nice outside, and it's as if I have returned to the days when I loved my job. Though someone did tell me the other day that I'm surly enough to make a good bike mechanic...

Anyway. There's a pumpkin pie sitting in the oven right now--possibly the homeliest that's ever been made, but I'm hoping it turns out OK. Funny thing is, I don't actually like most pumpkin pies...only my grandmother's. Turns out she just uses the recipe on the cans of Libby's pumpkin, plus 1 tsp. cinnamon. So I have tried to replicate hers.

Pumpkin pie in October, you ask? Why yes...you see, I'm going home with the boyfriend for Thanksgiving. Apparently his mother does not believe in "real" Thanksgiving foods, and the list of foods that get axed from her meal include--1) mashed potatoes, 2) cranberry sauce, 3) sweet potatoes, and 4) pumpkin pie. No, no...she does turkey, boiled canned vegetables and rice instead. I had to simultaneously hold in tears and my gag reflex when I heard this.

So, he and some friends and his sister and I are doing a pre-Thanksgiving (slash Canadian Thanksgiving, if you ask me) feast. With real food.

For the record, this is proof that I really love him. There's not many people that I'm willing to sacrifice mashed potatoes for. Especially when they're my mom's, because hers are unbelievably good. But hey, there's always Christmas.

That all being said, it's going to be 80 degrees and sunny today...but I will be blasting the air conditioning and huffing pumpkin pie spice in order to convince myself that it's really autumn.