“Youth is like spring, an over praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.” ~Samuel Butler
A moment from this afternoon:
Simon likes to do this thing where he kneads the fleshiest parts of my body. My thigh. My stomach. My bicep. He’s a furry BMI calculator. He likes to go anywhere he can get right in and go at it to find where he will get the greatest comfort. He then smooches himself just right into a curve or crevice with one paw peeking out and he lays his head down. He does this content little sigh and goes to sleep.
He does this while the entire front part of the house smells like pumpkin spice. Did you know we’ve become so lazy as cooks – I mean aside from the plethora of frozen foods that call to me like a beacon on the horizon – that they sell pumpkin spices all mixed up.?That means that if you cannot physically bring yourself to mix a 1/4 teaspoon of all spice, nutmeg and cinnamon together, which takes like 17 seconds, then it’s already been done for you. Next up: A machine to dry you off when you get out of the shower.
Anyway, my house smells delicious and it’s a perfect fall day even as we stand precariously at the edge of winter in Upstate, NY. And I happen to be back on track to being a pleasant person to be around once again. It was touch and go there for awhile. But now I seem to have nothing to do today but smile. Then again, it could be meds, it could be that I licked cream cheese frosting off the twirly mixer attachments or it could be fleeting. We’ll find out more come morning.
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Where can I get me some pumpkin spice? Oh, and one of those drying machines?
Ooooh, a delicious smelling house… I want one of those.
My favorite kind of afternoon.
I need that post-shower drying machine.
Wait. Are you calling me lazy because I use pumpkin pie spice instead of mixing all three?
And I thought I was do the environment a *tiny, tiny* favor by reducing the number of plastic containers thrown out in a year.
Ok, so I am lazy, but I got you with the environmental argument thing, didn’t I?
Do you know what I find most supremely irritating about Pumpkin Pie Spice? GOOD I’LL TELL YOU.
Recipes have now started listing it as an actual ingredient, so that if you want to use your actual spices instead of going out and purchasing Pumpkin Pie Spice that you don’t actually need…you are unsure of how much of each ingredient you should use. So now whenever I see a recipe calling for PPS, I write it off without even trying. Is this unfair of me? Probably. But also? BITE ME, Pumpkin Pie Spice. Bite me.
My one cat does that too. I hate it. I don’t need the constant reminder that I am CHUBBY!