You know what’s not pretty? My 9 p.m. attempt at pumpkin pie last night, freckled with bits of not-completely ground cloves. Colin, the diplomat-in-training, ventured, “The crust is good.” And the crust is good, an easy throw-back gingersnap crust I learned in college from my roommate and pal, Shannon.
(Crush a bunch of gingersnaps to get about a cup of crumbs, mix with 3 T of melted butter, press into the pie tin, bake at 425 degrees for 10 minutes, then allow to cool before pouring in the pie filling.)
You know what is pretty? Or at least pretty tasty? The whole wheat pumpkin pancakes I made this morning. Colin’s usually in charge of pancakes, but the poor guy is a grad student and thus barely has time to feed himself.
I made a brief foray into the Christmas spirit yesterday, but listening to Bing Crosby just didn’t feel right yet. It’s still beautiful outside! Not remotely close to a snowy day. And the stories of the Black Friday madness make my head hurt. And admitting that Christmas is around the corner makes me anxious, since I have not yet bought a single gift.
So I’m just going to keep pretending it’s fall, and then one morning it will snow, and shortly after that I’ll be back in lovely Southern California, and I might then be ready for Christmas.