...I made the pumpkin pie. The smell as it baked was sooooooo good, heavy and warm and spicy. It filled the whole house, smelling of Fall, at last, tantalizing my nose with promises of holidays still to come, hinting that the rich smell of turkey and roast beef will soon be here.
Nights cuddled up in thick socks and sweaters, hands cupped around a hot cup of Something, a rich soup simmering on the stove...coming soon to a Den near you...
And then the Denizens got home.
And now there is no more pumpkin pie.
But I did at least get one (1) slice of it before they hit it like a plague of very cute locusts and left me with an empty, pumpkin-scented pie plate...
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3 comments:
Mmm, pumpkin pie! And how is your little one doing at his new school?
Seriously, adopt me?
-nicole
My boys made a pumpkin pie all by themselves yesterday! Okay, so they had a pre-made pie crust and canned pumpkin, and dad had to remind them to check the recipe again when Older Son mentioned he didn't think there was half a cup of salt in the salt container, but they did it! It was delicious, too. Happy Fall!
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