You can tell it’s fall (even though it’s 90 degrees here) because suddenly, everything in the world is pumpkin-flavored. Lattes. Bagels. Cream cheese. Cheesecakes. Beer. Pancakes. Coffee. Breakfast breads. You name it, it’s pumpkin.
All I can say is “blech.”
Not a fan of pumpkin. Never have been. Can’t understand why people get all fangirl-squee over the pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving when there’s a perfectly good pecan pie right next to it on the sideboard. Give me a sweet potato pie any day over pumpkin.
Am I just weird, or is anyone else baffled by pumpkinmania?
mmmmm…. pie. Pumpkin pie. Or pecan pie or, since we’re in the South, sweet potato pie. But nevertheless, ’tis the season for pie. Which suits me fine. 🙂