Pumpkins everywhere!
I now have quite a collection of medium-sized pumpkins that were leftover from someone else's Halloween party.
Since I love to cook, bake, etc., and I love all types of squash, and since these pumpkins were totally up for grabs, I leaped at the chance to get a bunch of free pumpkins. Then all I had to do was try to make room for all of them in my rather modest-sized kitchen. But, voila! Mission accomplished. It sure looks like fall now in that kitchen of mine.
When I woke up today at the crack of dawn, right off I remembered all those little pumpkins and I went leaping out of bed just at the mere thought of homemade pumpkin lattes! (Yes, you've got to bake the pumpkin first, which takes an hour. Then you brew the coffee and whip up the pumpkin latte part on the stove and then put it all together. It is now 5 hours later, but I'm having my homemade pumpkin latte, thank you very much!)
I'm guessing that pumpkin cake, pumpkin bread, pumpkin soup, pumpkin pie will all eventually be following the lattes... It will be great when my pal from Denver finally gets here and can help me make all this pumpkin stuff disappear. (By then we'll probably be on to the pumpkin martinis.)
Well, it is beautiful weather here. Cold, but gorgeous. I'm thinking of walking over to the library today to return Sin Nombre. I never got a chance to watch it and it's due back tomorrow. Every spare minute I had these last few days, when I wasn't angsting about writing, or actually writing, or cooking, or perhaps writing about cooking, or maybe even angsting about writing about cooking -- I was yakking on the phone with my Denver pal! Well, I did watch a couple of those great Boris Karloff movies because it was Halloween. But I never found time for Sin Nombre. I hate that -- when I have to return a movie that I didn't get to watch yet. But I don't know, it is an awfully violent movie and it might make me change my mind about renting my girlfriend's house in San Miguel de Allende. And this is definitely high on my list of things to do in 2010...
Which reminds me. When I was walking out of the grocery store the other day, I noticed someone had dropped their "To Do List" on the sidewalk. Wouldn't that be an interesting way to spend the day? Pick up some stranger's To Do List and try to get all that stuff done? Then I realized that if anyone ever happened upon my own To Do List and tried doing even a fraction of it, they'd probably shoot their brains out: Finish screenplay, write adaptations for 4 other novels, write memoir, record album, finish learning French, do yoga, do abs, walk 3 miles, row for 20 minutes, make a pumpkin latte from scratch, stare into space, answer the phone...
It's no wonder, really, that I'm out of my fucking mind half the time, or that I spend about 3 months out of the year on the verge of a nervous breakdown. What's even scarier is that within a few short years, all of that stuff on my To Do List will be done! On that note, I'd better get crackin', gang. (PS: Send Help!!)
Since I love to cook, bake, etc., and I love all types of squash, and since these pumpkins were totally up for grabs, I leaped at the chance to get a bunch of free pumpkins. Then all I had to do was try to make room for all of them in my rather modest-sized kitchen. But, voila! Mission accomplished. It sure looks like fall now in that kitchen of mine.
When I woke up today at the crack of dawn, right off I remembered all those little pumpkins and I went leaping out of bed just at the mere thought of homemade pumpkin lattes! (Yes, you've got to bake the pumpkin first, which takes an hour. Then you brew the coffee and whip up the pumpkin latte part on the stove and then put it all together. It is now 5 hours later, but I'm having my homemade pumpkin latte, thank you very much!)
I'm guessing that pumpkin cake, pumpkin bread, pumpkin soup, pumpkin pie will all eventually be following the lattes... It will be great when my pal from Denver finally gets here and can help me make all this pumpkin stuff disappear. (By then we'll probably be on to the pumpkin martinis.)
Well, it is beautiful weather here. Cold, but gorgeous. I'm thinking of walking over to the library today to return Sin Nombre. I never got a chance to watch it and it's due back tomorrow. Every spare minute I had these last few days, when I wasn't angsting about writing, or actually writing, or cooking, or perhaps writing about cooking, or maybe even angsting about writing about cooking -- I was yakking on the phone with my Denver pal! Well, I did watch a couple of those great Boris Karloff movies because it was Halloween. But I never found time for Sin Nombre. I hate that -- when I have to return a movie that I didn't get to watch yet. But I don't know, it is an awfully violent movie and it might make me change my mind about renting my girlfriend's house in San Miguel de Allende. And this is definitely high on my list of things to do in 2010...
Which reminds me. When I was walking out of the grocery store the other day, I noticed someone had dropped their "To Do List" on the sidewalk. Wouldn't that be an interesting way to spend the day? Pick up some stranger's To Do List and try to get all that stuff done? Then I realized that if anyone ever happened upon my own To Do List and tried doing even a fraction of it, they'd probably shoot their brains out: Finish screenplay, write adaptations for 4 other novels, write memoir, record album, finish learning French, do yoga, do abs, walk 3 miles, row for 20 minutes, make a pumpkin latte from scratch, stare into space, answer the phone...
It's no wonder, really, that I'm out of my fucking mind half the time, or that I spend about 3 months out of the year on the verge of a nervous breakdown. What's even scarier is that within a few short years, all of that stuff on my To Do List will be done! On that note, I'd better get crackin', gang. (PS: Send Help!!)
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